Love mends even the broken parts
”Clearly.” Yeah, nope, nothing to see here, nothing wrong with the dark-haired man. Loren snorted at the absurdity of the claim: while there was nothing wrong with a bit of harmless fun, pathological lying wasn’t exactly the summoner’s cup of tea. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a bit envious at the other man’s easy manner.
Picking up his bag up, the Launceleyn slung it back over one shoulder. ”Well sure, as a prince I’m sure you have all sorts of fetes and balls to attend to. And lots of simpering ladies throwing themselves at you.” One good thing about Caido was its distinct lack of parties. Loren had always hated the parties back in Northaven, especially their dumb bring a member of the opposite sex rule, for what should be obvious reasons.
Eyeing the cigarette in the strange man’s hand, Loren shook his head. ”Not one small enough for you to use. And even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to you.” Smoking was a nasty habit, and not one he was particularly inclined to encourage. Nor was it attractive to him in the slightest.
Picking up his bag up, the Launceleyn slung it back over one shoulder. ”Well sure, as a prince I’m sure you have all sorts of fetes and balls to attend to. And lots of simpering ladies throwing themselves at you.” One good thing about Caido was its distinct lack of parties. Loren had always hated the parties back in Northaven, especially their dumb bring a member of the opposite sex rule, for what should be obvious reasons.
Eyeing the cigarette in the strange man’s hand, Loren shook his head. ”Not one small enough for you to use. And even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to you.” Smoking was a nasty habit, and not one he was particularly inclined to encourage. Nor was it attractive to him in the slightest.
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