Room where it happens

*Poser* · 09-25-2016, 09:22 AM

Though Poser isn't large, he's commanding. There's something about his presence, something about the way he carries himself. He wants all of the attention on him when he enters the room, and he won't have it any other way. Maybe that was why he insisted on his home being his first, and maybe those of his companions second. Poser, you see, would be their leader. He would be in charge of them. Protecting them. Keeping them safe. Dare he say loving them.

Not too far off, Poser can see a young man. It's not hard to close the gap, what with his floating gait and unstoppable posture. It happens easily. A bit of a hunt from the shadow, moving confidently. Sweeping in. "Where ya headed, handsome?" His head tosses, pulling up beside the stranger's shoulder. His words are colored with the Russian accent it was proving to be a lot harder to shake than initially anticipated. At least his words are clear. Poser will take what he can get.
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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