Bradhoc Browning

Rye

Script

Rye: You might be trying to slither your way into their heart. *kicks his boots off* But you won't do the same to me.

Bradhoc: I'm not trying to slither anywhere. *looks at Rye* I have no choice but to put what little trust I have into them, even if they're my enemy. *deep breath* I guess I made my decision... Simon's offer was never an option. But you also didn't kill me when you had the chance. *sits on his bed* Makes me curious...

Rye: That doesn't mean that I won't.

Bradhoc: Yes, so you must remind me every other sentence. *arches an eyebrow, then curls up under a clean blanket on the bed* You're quite bloodthirsty. For an elf.

Rye: You have no idea.

Bradhoc: *glances over, feeling a slight chill from that statement and pulls the blanket over his head* @@;