Neron
Lightning breath? Neron's eyebrows shoot up, and he can't hide how impressed he is. "It will certainly do something," he remarks, thinking that if anything was likely to dissuade any flying LongNight monsters, it's lightning raining from the fucking sky. But there's still the issue of consent, and the Hailstorm feels his shoulders relax to know that Nate has agreed, albeit reluctantly. "The greater good and all that," he murmurs.
Well, with that sorted out, Neron straightens up and spreads his hands. "If you want to make this as transactional as possible, you can just offer your wrist out across the counter. Call it a sample," he says with a cat-like grin, leaving it up to Sunjata.
Well, with that sorted out, Neron straightens up and spreads his hands. "If you want to make this as transactional as possible, you can just offer your wrist out across the counter. Call it a sample," he says with a cat-like grin, leaving it up to Sunjata.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
