Disgrace ;

*Poser* · 10-20-2016, 06:02 PM

"You must be a hell of a lot of fun at parties." Poser's sapphire eyes roll, and he sighs. There's nothing inelegant about anything he does-- it would kill him. It would absolutely slaughter him to be anything less than handsome and refined, but here is this girl bringing out the worst in him. A more volatile version of this creature would have up and bopped her, but he settles. You had to be political. You had to be polite. He's putting his alpha pants on and thinking like one. It's a moment of personal growth, and he hates himself for it.

His elegance remains as he sits on his haunches, head cocked to the side. "What else would I be interested in?" A sigh would have heaved through his chest, but Poser hasn't eaten recently. The man wouldn't dare show it-- his ribs would spring beneath his silky coat. Have to be careful. Have to keep your cards close to your chest, don't dare show weakness. Everything about Poser is... careful. Always had been, always will be.

A breeze picks up around their shoulders, a chill racing down the canine's spine. Something was always a little strange when it came to Poser, and he seemed to attract the strangest people. It didn't matter. This would be fine for now. He'd fill the ranks of the Club eventually. It would take time.

There was always more time.
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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