KORBIN
at least I know how I can make you
laugh like no one else
laugh like no one else
Truth be told, it was amazing to hear his own voice again. She better get used to it, because Weaver would hear a lot of it from now on. It would take a lot of practice to get his singing back to what it had been... not to mention the playing.
Grinning at her jibe, he nodded when she mentioned owing Aisha. "I know. I'll reply to the letter, for starters. After that... I guess we'll see. Gotta survive Deepfrost first." His smile turned a bit wry at that; it was easier said than done, for all of them. He could only hope that the girl was heading to Torchline rather than staying at the Grounds.
"Who's Deimos?" he asked absently, as he leaned in to read the ingredients of the other drinks again. Tried to recall the taste of them, and hummed thoughtfully.
"Mother's Touch," he suggested for the one that tasted of apples. Not that he could recall if Straia ever baked any apple pies, but it seemed like a thing mom's should do - all about strolling into a warm kitchen full of fragrant scents and stealing freshly baked cookies. "And... hmm. Stranger's Kiss," came the other suggestion. A hint of a smile tugged at his mouth; it reminded him of something, though Korbin didn't elaborate on what.
"I need a favor, sis," he said then, and leaned back against the bar, his expression sobering up just a little, even though the light was still there in his eyes.
Grinning at her jibe, he nodded when she mentioned owing Aisha. "I know. I'll reply to the letter, for starters. After that... I guess we'll see. Gotta survive Deepfrost first." His smile turned a bit wry at that; it was easier said than done, for all of them. He could only hope that the girl was heading to Torchline rather than staying at the Grounds.
"Who's Deimos?" he asked absently, as he leaned in to read the ingredients of the other drinks again. Tried to recall the taste of them, and hummed thoughtfully.
"Mother's Touch," he suggested for the one that tasted of apples. Not that he could recall if Straia ever baked any apple pies, but it seemed like a thing mom's should do - all about strolling into a warm kitchen full of fragrant scents and stealing freshly baked cookies. "And... hmm. Stranger's Kiss," came the other suggestion. A hint of a smile tugged at his mouth; it reminded him of something, though Korbin didn't elaborate on what.
"I need a favor, sis," he said then, and leaned back against the bar, his expression sobering up just a little, even though the light was still there in his eyes.
Oh I'm such a mess
But at least I've always been myself
But at least I've always been myself
