<< Winter - Mree >>
Till's head fell back onto Noe's shoulder with a contented sigh as he stared up at the high, glass ceiling and ran his hand over the top of the still water that ran from the opulent, bronze fountain.
"Your house is nice, much better than the brothel you took me to. It's cosy. Very subtle and understated." He smirked.
Noe chuckled and pinched the side of his thigh, playfully, "You can talk, Dietrich. You lived in a literal palace."
"Ow! Well...it used to be. Now it's just the human government building." He mumbled begrudgingly, rubbing the sore spot on his thigh with a frown.
"Ah, yes, of course, you're just one of the common people." He teased.
Till was silent for a moment, before replying in a quiet voice:
"...I am now. I don't speak with them anymore. Ezra helped me get away from them, I have nothing to do with those people. They're not my family."
