Neron
"Maybe later," Neron says of the cheers with a grin. Unfortunately wine doesn't affect him the same way it used to, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy a tipple after the end of his shift. (And occasionally during, but not tonight). Still, he snorts as the conversation continues, letting his eyes linger on the leopard fangs and privately wondering why it is that those he meet attempt to emulate the Ascended.
Either way, he can't help but scrunch his nose to hear he looks like Loren. "Believe it or not, we used to be identical. Then I fell into Caido and hit every branch of the handsome tree on the way down." He winks, eyeing her up similarly, and he reaches beneath the bar to draw out a dark bottle of liquor, setting it on the counter after he's wiped it down.
"I am certainly not a wet blanket. I can't say I'm surprised that Loren chose that for his attempt at charm, though. He is as clueless as he was when we were children." Difference is that Neron quite likes him now.
Either way, he can't help but scrunch his nose to hear he looks like Loren. "Believe it or not, we used to be identical. Then I fell into Caido and hit every branch of the handsome tree on the way down." He winks, eyeing her up similarly, and he reaches beneath the bar to draw out a dark bottle of liquor, setting it on the counter after he's wiped it down.
"I am certainly not a wet blanket. I can't say I'm surprised that Loren chose that for his attempt at charm, though. He is as clueless as he was when we were children." Difference is that Neron quite likes him now.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
