NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"Here - for both of them." Neron's voice cuts smoothly through the crowd as he accepts his own mug of hot and spicy (he can't really smell or taste it, but it tickles his senses enough to be enjoyable). He'd planned to pay with one of the new shots of liqueur he'd created through the VlamVloed, but he adds another to pay for the pretty little thing next to him.
Raising his mug in a cheers to Flora, the Hailstorm's free hand returns to the pocket of his black coat, and he turns his gaze out to the falling snow as he takes a drink. It's a much of a muchness, with senses like his, but it's better than walking alone in the flurries. And he can people watch from here as well as anywhere else.
Raising his mug in a cheers to Flora, the Hailstorm's free hand returns to the pocket of his black coat, and he turns his gaze out to the falling snow as he takes a drink. It's a much of a muchness, with senses like his, but it's better than walking alone in the flurries. And he can people watch from here as well as anywhere else.
