Neron
"About as well as they would react to my handsome face, I have no doubt," Neron murmurs with a smirk. They could just be two people in that moment - a barman and his customer, without the layers and layers of lies and mystique that cover them in reality. Still, as Sunjata runs his fingers along the burned woodgrain, Neron is already reaching down to get a clean tumbler for - and it's a good guess, as it turns out - the whiskey that the other man requests.
He is reaching for the top shelf stuff when the Flood tells him of even better fare, and the grin Neron flashes at him speaks of a growing respect. "Noted," he murmurs, reaching down to the hidden compartment to make Sunjata his drink. "So how is your get away so far? Are you relaxing? Unwinding?" Something says absolutely fuckiing not, but he'll leave that up to Sunjata to voice.
He is reaching for the top shelf stuff when the Flood tells him of even better fare, and the grin Neron flashes at him speaks of a growing respect. "Noted," he murmurs, reaching down to the hidden compartment to make Sunjata his drink. "So how is your get away so far? Are you relaxing? Unwinding?" Something says absolutely fuckiing not, but he'll leave that up to Sunjata to voice.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
