reach for the stars

oh probably

"Hmph. I guess that'd be a decent way to go," he remarked dully once the coughing had eased, completely blind to how morbid the conversation had become (had always been?). In his current state, Njal wasn't exactly himself. 


Her remark about being old made him snort, and he bared his fangs in her direction, but only with a half-assed sort of energy. His tongue flicked out over his teeth, and then the cheshire grin was hidden away. "You're calling me old?" Njal narrowed his eyes, in part because he hated being called out on his age, but also because he was scrutinizing the woman's figure - first, yes, that was a woman (how surprising), second, "Your tits sag more than your jowls, grandma."