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Neron runs his tongue thoughtfully along his teeth, considering her point and eventually shrugging his shoulders in the equivalent of a yes, I suppose you’re right. All the more reason to be partially thankful for her not blasting the door off its hinges and into the kitchen. His eyes flash to her face as she suddenly marches forward; even at her full height he still has the pleasure of looking down to her - just - and the lazy smile that creeps across his face at her insults is entirely self-satisfied.
Despite her proximity, the Hailstorm still finds time to unfold his arms and slip out a pocket watch, clicking it open as if to check the time, before closing it again with a snap. ”Ouch,” he says softly. ”Are you sure it’s the people of Halo who have a problem? Or is it you?” he asks. ”They don’t seem to mind me behind the bar.”
Despite her proximity, the Hailstorm still finds time to unfold his arms and slip out a pocket watch, clicking it open as if to check the time, before closing it again with a snap. ”Ouch,” he says softly. ”Are you sure it’s the people of Halo who have a problem? Or is it you?” he asks. ”They don’t seem to mind me behind the bar.”
lay your hand on me, one last time
