WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
"Which one?" Neron asks. If they're thanking gods, he wants to make sure they thank the right ones. Otherwise who knows what the fuck might go wrong here? Nate answers his question by coming to spreadeagle across the bed, which would be fine, but half that bed is currently occupied by the Hailstorm. With an arm and a leg thrown over him, the two Ascended find themselves in an unlikely embrace, and it's enough to have Neron giggling.
"Isn't it though?" He sighs out a content non-breath, his eyes slipping shut all over again. It does precisely nothing, but he can at least enjoy staring at the inside of his eyelids for a while. "Me neither. I swear though - I swear I used to dream," he mumbles. "And I used to sleep until noon. And I was a lawyer. Ugh." He's rambling now, but what's new at this point?
"Isn't it though?" He sighs out a content non-breath, his eyes slipping shut all over again. It does precisely nothing, but he can at least enjoy staring at the inside of his eyelids for a while. "Me neither. I swear though - I swear I used to dream," he mumbles. "And I used to sleep until noon. And I was a lawyer. Ugh." He's rambling now, but what's new at this point?
