Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
The VlamVloed still doesn't feel like the Kraai, exactly. It isn't the decor or the layout - those sorts of issues are inconsequential to Neron. It's the more subtle stuff - the regulars, the extra staff, the way the books are kept (or not, as the case may be) and the sorts of alcohol patrons prefer. He's still getting used to it, but all good things in time, or so they say.
"Thank you. I would have been very disappointed if Sunjata had decided that my credentials weren't satisfactory," he says, grinning as Maea struggles with the door - that, at least, seems familiar to Halo. Standing behind the bar in his customary black, with his shirtsleeves rolled to the elbow, Neron looks the part at least. "How are things? Did you still want to help out, or is this more of a leisure visit?"
"Thank you. I would have been very disappointed if Sunjata had decided that my credentials weren't satisfactory," he says, grinning as Maea struggles with the door - that, at least, seems familiar to Halo. Standing behind the bar in his customary black, with his shirtsleeves rolled to the elbow, Neron looks the part at least. "How are things? Did you still want to help out, or is this more of a leisure visit?"
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
