01.Jun.14, 03:02 AM
Khoemi ignored the baiting regally, giving Gabrin a dark, drunken look or irritation before brushing it away without further thought, his mind once more upon the reason he had bothered to trope up to the man’s house, and wake him so rudely. He flung out a hand, and threw – rather badly – a wine skin towards Gabrin. He gave a smug smirk when the item managed to land on the other lordling’s lap, before slumping against the wall.
“Serra’z pregnant,” He slurred, the smug smirk still curling his lips upwards. Serraquil could hope the child was a girl all she liked, but for the sake of this particular encounter: “Bet itz another boy.” Khoemi sneered, both delighted and arrogant. There was one area he was doing outstandingly and obviously better than his unwanted brother in law, and Khoemi was not afraid to rub it in whenever he could.
“Serra’z pregnant,” He slurred, the smug smirk still curling his lips upwards. Serraquil could hope the child was a girl all she liked, but for the sake of this particular encounter: “Bet itz another boy.” Khoemi sneered, both delighted and arrogant. There was one area he was doing outstandingly and obviously better than his unwanted brother in law, and Khoemi was not afraid to rub it in whenever he could.