LOREN
Smiling, Loren reached up to stretch out his neck. "You always seem to land on your feet in the end. I'm sure you're figure this out." The smile widened into a smirk. "And you know, I know it's tough for you but you can always ask for help."
Releasing his neck he moved on to massaging his shoulder. Snorting, he narrowed his eyes at Neron. "I just punched you in the arm. Don't make me do it again." The younger twin balled up his free hand and feinted at his brother's upper arm.
Shrugging, the Firebrand rubbed his temples. "Progress is progress." Sighing, he sank down deeper into the chair.
Nodding, he plucked at his clothes which were in tatters. "Can do. I've poured enough drinks for myself that I can do it just fine for strangers." Standing up, he looked around. "Should probably wash up and change. Don't wanna scare the customers more than I already will."
Releasing his neck he moved on to massaging his shoulder. Snorting, he narrowed his eyes at Neron. "I just punched you in the arm. Don't make me do it again." The younger twin balled up his free hand and feinted at his brother's upper arm.
Shrugging, the Firebrand rubbed his temples. "Progress is progress." Sighing, he sank down deeper into the chair.
Nodding, he plucked at his clothes which were in tatters. "Can do. I've poured enough drinks for myself that I can do it just fine for strangers." Standing up, he looked around. "Should probably wash up and change. Don't wanna scare the customers more than I already will."
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
