KORBIN
And my hands are not clean,
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Not too many people came equipped with guards around here, so Korbin shouldn't have been surprised to find Neron in the room beyond. But his mind wasn't exactly in the right place, nor was he entirely sober - was he ever, these days? - and it took some squinting and that lit candle before he realized who it was that responded from the dark.
"Someone decided I needed a talking to," he replied, shrugging. "Don't much care for crowds at the moment."
Hovering awkwardly in the door, the boy shot quick glanced around the room beyond. What he could see looked sparse but comfortable enough. The book didn't go unnoticed, though from where he stood it was impossible to make out a title.
"Sorry about the door... I can leave if you'd rather continue your..." He made a vague gesture to the volume, the general solitary silence that hovered about the other.
It seemed peaceful. And boring. But who was he to judge.
"Someone decided I needed a talking to," he replied, shrugging. "Don't much care for crowds at the moment."
Hovering awkwardly in the door, the boy shot quick glanced around the room beyond. What he could see looked sparse but comfortable enough. The book didn't go unnoticed, though from where he stood it was impossible to make out a title.
"Sorry about the door... I can leave if you'd rather continue your..." He made a vague gesture to the volume, the general solitary silence that hovered about the other.
It seemed peaceful. And boring. But who was he to judge.
But they can still carry you home
when you are ready to sleep
when you are ready to sleep
