KORBIN
at least I know how I can make you
laugh like no one else
laugh like no one else
Korbin couldn't help but grimace, though it was fairly good natured. "I know it's what we dreamed of and worked for, but I keep feeling like the whole 'rich' thing isn't all it was cracked up to be. I kind of miss having that singular goal to work for... What are we, without the struggle?" He grinned, but there was a bit too much truth in what he said for it to be very funny. Perhaps in part because he hadn't earned this fortune... It was Weaver's doing, and something granted her by someone Korbin definitely didn't like.
But that was a matter they had already closed, so he didn't want to drag it up again. It was bad enough that they were still squabbling over Loren. Korbin chuffed a quiet laugh as she poked his side, and reached out a quick hand to pinch her cheek in retaliation. "I won't let that happen," he promised her. "I've disliked your partners before, and it hasn't been a problem. Just keep him out of my kitchen and it'll be fine." As long as Loren left him alone, and he didn't have to see the guy too often, he could keep a civil face when they did have to interact. It was fine at work where they kept up a professional attitude; if they just stuck to that he didn't see that it would have to go out over Weaver.
She chose the name, and Korbin felt unexpectedly touched by it. He would never have faulted her for taking it for herself, and for their mother - he would drink it to their honor all the same - but this way, he could lift a glass to Erebor too, without feeling weird. "Yeah, that's true, there's not much class to find here," he teased her, grinning wickedly. "Let's hope your customers won't be of the sharp type though... that drink seems to give away a whole lot of family secrets."
But that was a matter they had already closed, so he didn't want to drag it up again. It was bad enough that they were still squabbling over Loren. Korbin chuffed a quiet laugh as she poked his side, and reached out a quick hand to pinch her cheek in retaliation. "I won't let that happen," he promised her. "I've disliked your partners before, and it hasn't been a problem. Just keep him out of my kitchen and it'll be fine." As long as Loren left him alone, and he didn't have to see the guy too often, he could keep a civil face when they did have to interact. It was fine at work where they kept up a professional attitude; if they just stuck to that he didn't see that it would have to go out over Weaver.
She chose the name, and Korbin felt unexpectedly touched by it. He would never have faulted her for taking it for herself, and for their mother - he would drink it to their honor all the same - but this way, he could lift a glass to Erebor too, without feeling weird. "Yeah, that's true, there's not much class to find here," he teased her, grinning wickedly. "Let's hope your customers won't be of the sharp type though... that drink seems to give away a whole lot of family secrets."
Oh I'm such a mess
But at least I've always been myself
But at least I've always been myself
