KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Rubbing the back of his neck in an awkward gesture that deflated his posturing quite effectively, Korbin shrugged. Didn't quite blush, but turned his eyes away, flirty tone or not. "Sorry about that," he mumbled. "You're free to stay or leave, it's not up to me. I'm just being... Gods, I don't know. A grump, and I can't seem to stop."
The passive response made him feel more ashamed of his edgy tone than usual. If the other at least quipped back he would have some justification for being snappy, but like this it was just... so one sided. Like he was throwing punches and the other dude just took them without fighting back.
"What I really want is for things to stop changing. Don't suppose you can manage that, can you?" It was a wry, dry question, meant as a joke. Though admittedly it was a poor one.
The passive response made him feel more ashamed of his edgy tone than usual. If the other at least quipped back he would have some justification for being snappy, but like this it was just... so one sided. Like he was throwing punches and the other dude just took them without fighting back.
"What I really want is for things to stop changing. Don't suppose you can manage that, can you?" It was a wry, dry question, meant as a joke. Though admittedly it was a poor one.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
