KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He snorted in response, and shook his head. "Listen, friendship is the prerequisite, and I'm all set on that front. You're quite safe, stranger." There was a marked distance in his tone, something in his posture that suggested that bantering was fine, but there was a limit to how familiar this would get.
Korbin didn't let people in easily. Didn't trust easily. Didn't really do friendship.
It was bordering on that line, Amun's next question, and Korbin shrugged, the walls around him starting to creep up again. "I like things the way they are," he said shortly. "No need to change anything."
Korbin didn't let people in easily. Didn't trust easily. Didn't really do friendship.
It was bordering on that line, Amun's next question, and Korbin shrugged, the walls around him starting to creep up again. "I like things the way they are," he said shortly. "No need to change anything."
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
