KORBIN
at least I know how I can make you
laugh like no one else
laugh like no one else
Alright, and immediately the downside to his little game of deception made itself clear. Even if Korbin wanted to, he couldn't join in with the game. Because he wasn't supposed to hear anything. Sighing to himself, he downed his one drink and set the glass aside, and took to watching the people of the room. Loren and Weaver looked sticky and he quickly turned his eyes away quickly, not interested in watching his sister.
Dark blue eyes turned to Kiada instead, but apparently, she had been lucky with more guys than himself. The interest he'd seen in Chulane before regarding the woman seemed to be returned, and he found conflicting emotions within himself as he regarded the two. Relief, on one hand - he wouldn't be required to sort out any feelings when it came to the slender brunette - and perhaps a touch of regret.
Korbin sighed to himself, and as the game started up, he turned away from it all. With the one shot to warm his gut, he started preparing more drinks and snacks for the guests. Thin slices of smoked and cured luxere and ursur meat, pickled fruits, and whatever else Weaver had ordered in before the season turned. It gave him something to do, and let him at least pretend that he was enjoying himself.
"Six," he muttered under breath, fairly sure no one would hear him; the raven took a wicked delight in ruining the game for the others, even if no one would know but him.
Dark blue eyes turned to Kiada instead, but apparently, she had been lucky with more guys than himself. The interest he'd seen in Chulane before regarding the woman seemed to be returned, and he found conflicting emotions within himself as he regarded the two. Relief, on one hand - he wouldn't be required to sort out any feelings when it came to the slender brunette - and perhaps a touch of regret.
Korbin sighed to himself, and as the game started up, he turned away from it all. With the one shot to warm his gut, he started preparing more drinks and snacks for the guests. Thin slices of smoked and cured luxere and ursur meat, pickled fruits, and whatever else Weaver had ordered in before the season turned. It gave him something to do, and let him at least pretend that he was enjoying himself.
"Six," he muttered under breath, fairly sure no one would hear him; the raven took a wicked delight in ruining the game for the others, even if no one would know but him.
Oh I'm such a mess
But at least I've always been myself
But at least I've always been myself
