Dec 11, 2010 16:58
[ if you happen to be in town you may stumble upon a certain half devil, dressed in those mildly irritating victorian clothing he has managed to bastardize into something decent, for him at least, sitting on a bench staring up at the sky. why? because he can. and he feels like it.
and there is a very high chance he has just been kicked out of another bar.
which would explain why he smells of beer and smoke and blood. and why his shirt is ripped in a few places, he had a few nasty gashes here and there judging by the smell and the red stains around some of the larger rips. but he's fine, he does this all the time. ]
Well. That was fun while it lasted.
( ooc; OPEN OPEN. feel free to use this as a kissing post, or a general bothering post. planned and unplanned kisses are welcome. :> oh and slightly... backdated, to not super late in the evening.... LATE AFTERNOON. he can barhop whenever he wants. HE'S AN ADULT. )
dante