KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
Korbin shrugged. "I don't like chains," he offered. "Besides. That fellow seemed very pleased with himself... Can you imagine the look on his face when he comes back to an empty boat?"
Though quiet to fit the stealth of the night, his laughter was a crows raucous mockery, a mischief maker og old resurrected for a night. The nosy question saw the man's teeth sharpening somewhat however, lengthening into fangs as he grinned - a warning this time, as golden eyes turned on the blue fellow.
"That would be none of your business. Now get going... unless you enjoy nets more than I thought."
Korbin turned himself, meaning to leap back onto the pier.
Though quiet to fit the stealth of the night, his laughter was a crows raucous mockery, a mischief maker og old resurrected for a night. The nosy question saw the man's teeth sharpening somewhat however, lengthening into fangs as he grinned - a warning this time, as golden eyes turned on the blue fellow.
"That would be none of your business. Now get going... unless you enjoy nets more than I thought."
Korbin turned himself, meaning to leap back onto the pier.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
