Room where it happens
09-27-2016, 02:33 PM
| There's something strong and capable about Poser, despite his lack of substance. He's damn good at keeping himself alive, and he's lucky that the fur has grown back over his scars. Hell, he'd always be thankful that it had grown back as well as it had. He was safer this way. Wouldn't show he'd run into trouble, wouldn't show that he'd come under attack. It's never good to appear that you were in less than tip-top form. Poser doesn't have the poor manners required to kill at random, and he assumes that no one else does either. Everything needed to come with a reason, even from a maniac. He would know. He was a maniac, some days. The cannabis, of course, usually keeps him calm. Sometimes the shadow doesn't even need it, but it's a comfortable crutch. The long limbed creature looks to the younger man, head cocking softly to the side. He's agreeing to come along? But he hasn't even told the creature where they're going. "I live on the south continent, on Auster," There's a glimmer in his eye, a high step as he walks closer to the edge of the sea. "It's on the northern edge, it won't be far, but we'll have to go for a swim to get there." His voice is a soft, wistful longing. He wants the man to come with him, to maybe spend some time, but he doesn't want the creature in too deep on something he doesn't know or doesn't want. Though Poser is unstable, he is not inconsiderate. Not rude. That would be terrible practice, after all. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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