LOREN
Smirking, Loren tilted his head to the side, staring directly into Sunjata's eyes. ”Living.” There was a darkly amused tone to the healer's voice.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he shrugged. ”You’re a spy. Supposedly. I’m sure you can figure it out.” The challenge in the statement was evident.
His smirk progressed to a full on grin, one that was entirely wicked. ”Wouldn’t be much of a fight.” Voice equal parts taunting and teasing, he pulled out a second flask and tossed the entire contents into his mouth before tucking back it into his pocket. ”Besides, you’ll probably just chicken out again.” Raising his eyebrows, he watched the bartender, eyes glittering.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he shrugged. ”You’re a spy. Supposedly. I’m sure you can figure it out.” The challenge in the statement was evident.
His smirk progressed to a full on grin, one that was entirely wicked. ”Wouldn’t be much of a fight.” Voice equal parts taunting and teasing, he pulled out a second flask and tossed the entire contents into his mouth before tucking back it into his pocket. ”Besides, you’ll probably just chicken out again.” Raising his eyebrows, he watched the bartender, eyes glittering.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
