10-11-2018, 09:40 PM
It wasn’t that long ago when Jaxen would call bullshit on Aiden’s wandering diatribe, but he’d seen too much this past year to hand-wave the notion completely away. Gods and monsters, kings and pawns. “Ahh forgive the jokes at your expense. It’s all in good jest. I’m happy for you two.” He winked at Sage, but was dying to know what Nox was thinking.
He leaned over and pat the guy on the shoulder like the gesture might patch up the rifts between them. Not that they were lined with barbed wire and gnashing teeth, more like sandpaper and tic tacs, but still, celebrities were a testy lot. One of the reason Jaxen loved to hang out with them.
“You know what, Aiden? You may be onto something.” A wry smile tugged at his lips, bait dangling for the little fishy to nibble. “Anyone care to move the party to my place before we get raided and thrown into the nearest gulag? I’ll show you something.” He stood, hand offered like some peace-offering.
He leaned over and pat the guy on the shoulder like the gesture might patch up the rifts between them. Not that they were lined with barbed wire and gnashing teeth, more like sandpaper and tic tacs, but still, celebrities were a testy lot. One of the reason Jaxen loved to hang out with them.
“You know what, Aiden? You may be onto something.” A wry smile tugged at his lips, bait dangling for the little fishy to nibble. “Anyone care to move the party to my place before we get raided and thrown into the nearest gulag? I’ll show you something.” He stood, hand offered like some peace-offering.