Yeah, yeah. [He should've expected that, and takes it in stride anyway. It's a small price to pay for the promised few stories.
Even if he's old enough now to have a few of his own, some that he wouldn't even mind telling, that painful-sweet ache of childhood nostalgia is more than worth a round of drinks on him. Maker knows he'd sat around the forge often enough, getting underfoot and gulping down any tale Seoraj would tell him for free about life in the midst of the city or on the road.
There had come a point where it hadn't done to look so eager about it, where suddenly those abs and those tats and that glistening hair wet from the rain barrel had become very noticeable indeed, and looking suave in front of him had rocketed up the priority list, but Simon would like to pretend he doesn't remember any of that.]
Meet you at the Hanged Man, then, and you can give 'em here.
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Even if he's old enough now to have a few of his own, some that he wouldn't even mind telling, that painful-sweet ache of childhood nostalgia is more than worth a round of drinks on him. Maker knows he'd sat around the forge often enough, getting underfoot and gulping down any tale Seoraj would tell him for free about life in the midst of the city or on the road.
There had come a point where it hadn't done to look so eager about it, where suddenly those abs and those tats and that glistening hair wet from the rain barrel had become very noticeable indeed, and looking suave in front of him had rocketed up the priority list, but Simon would like to pretend he doesn't remember any of that.]
Meet you at the Hanged Man, then, and you can give 'em here.