KORBIN
at least I know how I can make you
laugh like no one else
laugh like no one else
Call it excessive pride, bull-headed and stubborn. He didn't wish to be beholden to anyone, didn't want favors or charity - that sort of thing. A uselessly independent streak that made him wish to do everything by himself, or at least pay properly for it, so that no one could ever say he didn't earn his keep. Korbin didn't yet have the confidence or security in himself that was needed to accept gifts without seeing a hook behind every smile. Perhaps it was something that would change in time, as he grew older - once the world had beaten that pride out of him and he realized that it really was a useless thing to drag around.
As she slapped at his hand, Krobin grinned and made a dive for her side instead, to tickle at a spot he knew would draw a reaction. "They've got kitchens in the Palace," he pointed out. "You've got a kitchen here. There's the communal kitchen down by the market too. You won't have to sacrifice anything, aside from your lazy ass." Actually, the very thought of stumbling into his boss in the hallway in the morning was enough to make Korbin shudder; if forcing the two of them to stay somewhere else for their 'baking' meant he didn't have to live through that nightmare, he was perfectly willing to see less of her.
He chuckled at her objections then. There really wasn't much class about anyone in Halo, and that's exactly how he liked things. Unpretentious, honest, on-your-nose 'you get what you see' was just the way he preferred his life. "That's just the thing though," he pointed out. "Halo might know everything about us, but the rest of the world doesn't. Imagine how disappointed they would be to realize there's no great mystery behind the wicked Scythe and her dastardly brother." His voice took on a dramatic tone, hands making sweeping gestures as if to illuminate her legend as it spread beyond the Fangs.
As she slapped at his hand, Krobin grinned and made a dive for her side instead, to tickle at a spot he knew would draw a reaction. "They've got kitchens in the Palace," he pointed out. "You've got a kitchen here. There's the communal kitchen down by the market too. You won't have to sacrifice anything, aside from your lazy ass." Actually, the very thought of stumbling into his boss in the hallway in the morning was enough to make Korbin shudder; if forcing the two of them to stay somewhere else for their 'baking' meant he didn't have to live through that nightmare, he was perfectly willing to see less of her.
He chuckled at her objections then. There really wasn't much class about anyone in Halo, and that's exactly how he liked things. Unpretentious, honest, on-your-nose 'you get what you see' was just the way he preferred his life. "That's just the thing though," he pointed out. "Halo might know everything about us, but the rest of the world doesn't. Imagine how disappointed they would be to realize there's no great mystery behind the wicked Scythe and her dastardly brother." His voice took on a dramatic tone, hands making sweeping gestures as if to illuminate her legend as it spread beyond the Fangs.
Oh I'm such a mess
But at least I've always been myself
But at least I've always been myself
