EDREI
Edy isn't surprised of course. The only time she really sees Neron show emotion is when he's got a particularly sassy quip to make, or when he's naked and being slapped with a bit of leather. It doesn't make her feel better or worse, which is all a bit par for the course as an ascended now.
Biting the inside of her cheek, her foot shaking against the bottom of her chair with nervous energy that she's entirely manufacturing herself, the younger Launceleyn plops her chin into her hands, mirroring Neron's posture with a dash more sulk. Just as she was about to throw out a line that she might fish for some more reassurance, what Neron says next has her jaw comically dropping and her eyes brightening significantly.
"A fucking wot." She wants to know, having heard him perfectly the first time. "How big?" Because of course that's what Edy is interested in.
Biting the inside of her cheek, her foot shaking against the bottom of her chair with nervous energy that she's entirely manufacturing herself, the younger Launceleyn plops her chin into her hands, mirroring Neron's posture with a dash more sulk. Just as she was about to throw out a line that she might fish for some more reassurance, what Neron says next has her jaw comically dropping and her eyes brightening significantly.
"A fucking wot." She wants to know, having heard him perfectly the first time. "How big?" Because of course that's what Edy is interested in.
"Go fuck yourself."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
