KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin relaxed, if only a little. "Well how am I supposed to know that?" he quipped back, still not wholly comfortable. "There are all kinds of people... and I'm eighteen, thank you very much." He'd been of age for a few years already, and stopped being a child long before that.
Not that he really wanted to be of suitable age in this case, but... the kiddy treatment was insulting all the same.
"Not sure I'm any more inclined to show you now, though," he grumbled, as he settled back down again. "Halo isn't a tourist spot. I see no reason to show off the best parts of it to anyone who can't handle the rougher bits."
They wouldn't deserve it.
Not that he really wanted to be of suitable age in this case, but... the kiddy treatment was insulting all the same.
"Not sure I'm any more inclined to show you now, though," he grumbled, as he settled back down again. "Halo isn't a tourist spot. I see no reason to show off the best parts of it to anyone who can't handle the rougher bits."
They wouldn't deserve it.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
