KORBIN
at least I know how I can make you
laugh like no one else
laugh like no one else
Smiling at the antics of the old woman, he lost himself in musings over that mirror. If there was a way to somehow see without being present, to trick it to reveal its secrets, if there truly were any. It was an entertaining notion, but Korbin was pulled out of it by Weaver's comment.
He arched a brow at her with a mildly offended look. "What kind of stick in the mud am I to you?" he asked, sounding a little too hurt to be entirely real. "I've got just as much right to be irresponsible, and you can't stop me." So saying, he flashed a smug grin at her and took a deep gulp of his wine, relishing the burn of the hot liquid on the tongue, how it seared its way down the throat. Korbin was hardly a saint, he did his fair share of drinking and tumbling in the hay, not to mention lying, thievery and a number of other less savory habits. Just because he wasn't as depraved as his sister didn't mean he was boring.
"I'll leave that digging to you," he said, when Loren was dragged into the conversation. He shouldn't be surprised, really, but Korbin still felt it was unnecessary to bring the guy up. Happy though he was, his relation with the Grand Healer had not improved since last they spoke.
Using the drinks as pretext to ease out of talking about his boss, Korbin considered the liquour she had listed. He knew those too, had tasted them himself, and had a few comments to drop about each. "That one is a bit of a gutpunch," he said, pointing at the first item listed. "As for the other... hm. I don't know. I just think of you, and mom. A realy Lady Hale," he teased, and leaned out of the way of the smack he was pretty sure would come.
He arched a brow at her with a mildly offended look. "What kind of stick in the mud am I to you?" he asked, sounding a little too hurt to be entirely real. "I've got just as much right to be irresponsible, and you can't stop me." So saying, he flashed a smug grin at her and took a deep gulp of his wine, relishing the burn of the hot liquid on the tongue, how it seared its way down the throat. Korbin was hardly a saint, he did his fair share of drinking and tumbling in the hay, not to mention lying, thievery and a number of other less savory habits. Just because he wasn't as depraved as his sister didn't mean he was boring.
"I'll leave that digging to you," he said, when Loren was dragged into the conversation. He shouldn't be surprised, really, but Korbin still felt it was unnecessary to bring the guy up. Happy though he was, his relation with the Grand Healer had not improved since last they spoke.
Using the drinks as pretext to ease out of talking about his boss, Korbin considered the liquour she had listed. He knew those too, had tasted them himself, and had a few comments to drop about each. "That one is a bit of a gutpunch," he said, pointing at the first item listed. "As for the other... hm. I don't know. I just think of you, and mom. A realy Lady Hale," he teased, and leaned out of the way of the smack he was pretty sure would come.
Oh I'm such a mess
But at least I've always been myself
But at least I've always been myself
