neron
”It would only fly into the kitchen, and I don’t eat anyway,” Neron counters, despite the fact that Morgan is doing her best to consider him. Maybe it’s a stubborn streak showing, or maybe he’s just enjoying the banter between them and wants to see how far he can push it. Either way, he’s grinning as she turns back to him and fixes him with her favourite stare. So it’s a stalemate, then, both of them stood at opposite doors with crossed arms, and Neron has a feeling that he’s not the only one having fun with it either.
Scoffing at her suggestion, he nods and steps back to lean against the outer door. ”I suppose we will,” he agrees. ”I wonder what they will have to say when they realise the Glacier herself has been locked away in a room with little old me all night? What rumours might start to circulate?”
Scoffing at her suggestion, he nods and steps back to lean against the outer door. ”I suppose we will,” he agrees. ”I wonder what they will have to say when they realise the Glacier herself has been locked away in a room with little old me all night? What rumours might start to circulate?”
lay your hand on me, one last time
