the hailstorm
Wrinkling his nose, Neron supposes that he can't argue with that, even though he wants to. "Well, your Knowtbook tells you who has what relic, right? Maybe we can steal a couple for ourselves." Dangerous, but so is everything else they're trying to achieve these days. And he doesn't like to dwell for too long on the odds between the Old Gods and their goddess, so back to the family it is.
He opens his mouth as if to respond, but of course she knows his answer will be bullshit, and so does he, and they'll all waste their breath lying to each other if he chooses that option. "I have been busy," he informs her, lamely, before drawing himself up and having the good grace to look haughty about it. Hilariously so. "Why, were you planning to whip me into shape?" Eyyy.
He opens his mouth as if to respond, but of course she knows his answer will be bullshit, and so does he, and they'll all waste their breath lying to each other if he chooses that option. "I have been busy," he informs her, lamely, before drawing himself up and having the good grace to look haughty about it. Hilariously so. "Why, were you planning to whip me into shape?" Eyyy.
