NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
Neron's duties for the day consist of making sure the Kraai is stocked up and that the bar is in a good position to support the great amount of booze liable to flow from its taps that evening. Okay, and maybe there are a few shady meetings here, a few bribes changing hands there, but it's all in the name of his job, so he figures that will be cool with Morgan. Regardless, it's not likely to be the subject of conversation when he appears in her doorway like a ghost, unbuttoning his dark coat and unlooping his scarf from around his neck.
"Mm, nothing like dancing along the line of being kicked out of your city - again," he says of the meeting, though there's a smile curling at his lips as he hangs up his coat and crosses the room to lean down and press a gentle kiss against her lips. "Who is this letter for?" he wonders, imagining that they will all say pretty much the same thing, if not being sent to different places.
"Mm, nothing like dancing along the line of being kicked out of your city - again," he says of the meeting, though there's a smile curling at his lips as he hangs up his coat and crosses the room to lean down and press a gentle kiss against her lips. "Who is this letter for?" he wonders, imagining that they will all say pretty much the same thing, if not being sent to different places.
