Lyonrad Sei Fulcruth
with Delilah Rose Hawthorne
“Yes, and the start is normally where most people would… start.”
Lyonrad snorted at Delilah’s answer. He did not comprehend it too much, but he thought it did not make sense. Surely, it meant something deeper, but he did not even bother to know. He stood up again, trying to keep his balance in mind. Though he was feeling tipsy, he still had the “need” to complete his task. He wasn’t going down without a fight; it was a shame to him.
And thanks to Delilah, he remembered what he should do. For sure, he’s a bit incapable of doing so, but priorites are priorities after all. “Yes, and I will do what must be done.”
“Please, if you were to leave, I can assure you, crying would be the last thing I do.” Lyonrad laughed as Delilah rolled her eyes.
“Come on, not even a pinch of worry for your dearest man? Aren’t you gonna cheer him up?” he asked, a mocking tone clear in his voice. He laughed at his own jest as he started to walk slowly.