the hailstorm
Scoffing, Neron couldn’t really ask for much more than that. ”I’ll take it,” he said. ”Do tell me if that changes, though. I’d like a little warning before your fist heads towards my face.” Mainly because he’d quite like to not punch Korbin back instinctively (though really, the likelihood of that was minimal - Neron was a no brawler). ”And I suppose that is only fair. All things considered, if you’re running a bar I imagine people will expect you to be sampling the wares.”
As for intruding, Neron could only shrug to him. ”The offer still stands. I don’t sleep, so... the bed hasn’t exactly seen much use, other than a place to sit and read,” he pointed out. ”And I can always go for a stroll with my best friend the guard, if you want to get your head down for a bit. Choice is yours.”
As for intruding, Neron could only shrug to him. ”The offer still stands. I don’t sleep, so... the bed hasn’t exactly seen much use, other than a place to sit and read,” he pointed out. ”And I can always go for a stroll with my best friend the guard, if you want to get your head down for a bit. Choice is yours.”
