KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
This was quickly turning way too personal. Korbin had no intention of explaining his thoughts and actions to a complete stranger, and especially not one who appeared more than a little messed up.
"No. But it's what I want," he bit back, and removed his legs from the chair where they had been propped up. Rising, rather unsteady on his feet, Korbin picked up the bottle and started to move away from the table, across the room towards a stair leading up to the second floor.
If the woman wouldn't leave him alone then he would take the drinking to his room instead. At least the fleas didn't try to talk to him.
"No. But it's what I want," he bit back, and removed his legs from the chair where they had been propped up. Rising, rather unsteady on his feet, Korbin picked up the bottle and started to move away from the table, across the room towards a stair leading up to the second floor.
If the woman wouldn't leave him alone then he would take the drinking to his room instead. At least the fleas didn't try to talk to him.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
