Neron
His attempts to knit together the ice beneath his feet have fallen short, Neron’s brow furrowing, his eyes on his feet as if they are the traitorous cause of his lack of ice skating. Glancing up again shows Falke and Chulane nearby, and a frantic whispering sounds all around. ”I hate riddles,” he interrupts the voice, as if that in itself will cease its muttering.
When it doesn’t, though it appears that they’re expected to answer the bloody thing. With over bright eyes, he turns to his two companions, the picture of a duke (if it weren’t for the frightful state of himself). ”PENIS!” he announces, his voice echoing out across the ice. ”The answer is penis, obviously.”
Neron stays still on the ice and is convinced that penis is the answer to the riddle.
When it doesn’t, though it appears that they’re expected to answer the bloody thing. With over bright eyes, he turns to his two companions, the picture of a duke (if it weren’t for the frightful state of himself). ”PENIS!” he announces, his voice echoing out across the ice. ”The answer is penis, obviously.”
Neron stays still on the ice and is convinced that penis is the answer to the riddle.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
