typical
02-21-2017, 07:43 AM
Arsenal is hulking by the waifish stranger, and it's actually rather comical. Much larger, much brawnier. A brawler beside a dancer. She is pale, he is dark, and they... are bizarrely met. Arsenal's gaze hardly flickers at first, continuing on his path through the gully with his usual shambling march. A storm cloud seems to hang around his shoulders, but the grey day sort. The storm on the horizon, not actively striking. Not yet. The creature looks to his stranger, head quirking softly to the side. There's a tuft of queen anne's lace in the way, but he bats it away with his nose. It's a soft sneeze, shaking his head as he does. "If it wasn't, we'd still be stuck with it." Arsenal snarks softly, looking to the stranger and then back to his path. "You?" Right. Be polite. The apathy is palpable. You can taste it. Such is Arsenal. fall in love or in lust, either one |