KORBIN
And my hands are not clean,
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
He hesitated, not exactly enthusiastic about the prospect of adding another mother hen to the list of those already clucking after him. But the prospect of quiet was enough of a temptation to lure him inside, the door clicking quietly shut as Korbin closed it behind him.
"We can trade, if you like," he offered, picking at the rusty flakes on his chin. "For some reason they keep coming after me, even when I tell them to fuck off."
Warily he found his way to a chair and eased himself down, careful in the way of someone drunk or injured or both. He chewed on the question of who roughed him up, contemplated keeping quiet about it. But in the end there didn't seem to be a point; word would eventually get around anyway. It always did. "Kiada. She was disappointed that I didn't lie when I claimed to be a jerk." Korbin tried a smile, but found that it was an ill fit on his face at the moment. So he just followed Neron with his gaze instead as the man moved about the room, unable to look away for long.
"We can trade, if you like," he offered, picking at the rusty flakes on his chin. "For some reason they keep coming after me, even when I tell them to fuck off."
Warily he found his way to a chair and eased himself down, careful in the way of someone drunk or injured or both. He chewed on the question of who roughed him up, contemplated keeping quiet about it. But in the end there didn't seem to be a point; word would eventually get around anyway. It always did. "Kiada. She was disappointed that I didn't lie when I claimed to be a jerk." Korbin tried a smile, but found that it was an ill fit on his face at the moment. So he just followed Neron with his gaze instead as the man moved about the room, unable to look away for long.
But they can still carry you home
when you are ready to sleep
when you are ready to sleep
