KORBIN
And my hands are not clean,
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
"If I remember, I'll give you a heads up," Korbin retorted, half smiling again. He usually wasn't a brawler either, but like so many other things, it appeared to have changed.
It could be argued that it was a vast difference between tasting samples and getting himself plastered, but Korbin was in no mood to argue semantics. He eyed the bed as it was offered again, and after a moment he got to his feet, crossed the floor and sat down. Very self conscious, and trying very much not to breathe too deeply when unfamiliar scents rose up from the sheets.
"You don't have to leave," he murmured awkwardly. "If you want to, the bar could use some tending, but... Not gonna run you out of your own room." Or kickstart the guy into his new job, for that matter.
All that said, it was a rather luxurious thing, to stretch out on the bed. His back had grown used to floors and corners, to stealing moments of sleep between nightmares and anxious tossing. It wasn't his own, but the quiet and the closed door were still a comfort Korbin had grown unaccustomed to in a surprisingly short amount of time.
"Can I ask you something?" Tucking an arm under his head, Korbin looked up at Neron.
It could be argued that it was a vast difference between tasting samples and getting himself plastered, but Korbin was in no mood to argue semantics. He eyed the bed as it was offered again, and after a moment he got to his feet, crossed the floor and sat down. Very self conscious, and trying very much not to breathe too deeply when unfamiliar scents rose up from the sheets.
"You don't have to leave," he murmured awkwardly. "If you want to, the bar could use some tending, but... Not gonna run you out of your own room." Or kickstart the guy into his new job, for that matter.
All that said, it was a rather luxurious thing, to stretch out on the bed. His back had grown used to floors and corners, to stealing moments of sleep between nightmares and anxious tossing. It wasn't his own, but the quiet and the closed door were still a comfort Korbin had grown unaccustomed to in a surprisingly short amount of time.
"Can I ask you something?" Tucking an arm under his head, Korbin looked up at Neron.
But they can still carry you home
when you are ready to sleep
when you are ready to sleep
