[ Meditating once he gains no reply, he opens his eyes to the sound of a voice addressing him, taking in the measure of the man before him; someone roughened up by life, undoubtedly. Unintentionally a little bit funny because of his grumpiness, which he incidentally doesn't mind: he prefers that to empty smiles. ]
I've seen scarier.
[ He inclines his head politely. ]
Please, join me.
[ Slender and pale, his blush from the heat stands out pink and obvious over his neck and chest and, notably, there are no scars to break it up. ]
c': fingerguns
I've seen scarier.
[ He inclines his head politely. ]
Please, join me.
[ Slender and pale, his blush from the heat stands out pink and obvious over his neck and chest and, notably, there are no scars to break it up. ]