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Ugh. Why the fuck did he have to do repairs to the funhouse at this time of day? He was supposed to be getting his sleep. Not fixing a few props that had broken..and couldn't his owner hire some guys to do that instead? Fucking a, he hated that man with ever fiber of his being. Especially since he was now depleting him of sleep not only for this, but for increased training since he was supposed to be in the upcoming tournament. That ought to be as fun as a fucking barrel of monkeys.
The tall, pale man grumbled under his breath as he stepped out of the house of horrors. He had a few repairs left and then he could get the hell out of dodge until later in the night when he'd feel more alive, because this being awake in the day bullshit was really for the birds, to coin a phrase.
He gave a sigh, shaking his head. His long, unwashed black hair was hanging down in a lank way, it looking pretty greasy and dirty at the moment..but so the hell what? His boyfriend was at work, no one around to bug him about it.
He was wearing a pair of black pants, tight fitting ones that looked as though they were leggings, and a pair of red suspenders, but no shirt beneath that so one could see that long, pale torso very obviously, and also all the scars that spanned his chest in mutiple areas of different shapes and sizes. He wore his heavy boots on his feet and he gave a gruff sigh as he pulled a pack of cigs from his pants pocket as he plodded along.
He was in the middle of extracting a cancer stick from its package when his dark, murky eyes caught sight of someone he'd not seen before. His eyes fell heavily on her and he was silent for a while. Finally he said in a rather gruff, deep tone of voice, "You look like you need a drink or a smoke or somethin.." It wasn't exactly common he'd reach out to someone he didn't know especially, but he was getting vibes off of her that wasn't so much different from the feelings he experienced much of the time, so he'd decided on the spur of the moment to do so.
{hope you don't mind me joining you~}
The tall, pale man grumbled under his breath as he stepped out of the house of horrors. He had a few repairs left and then he could get the hell out of dodge until later in the night when he'd feel more alive, because this being awake in the day bullshit was really for the birds, to coin a phrase.
He gave a sigh, shaking his head. His long, unwashed black hair was hanging down in a lank way, it looking pretty greasy and dirty at the moment..but so the hell what? His boyfriend was at work, no one around to bug him about it.
He was wearing a pair of black pants, tight fitting ones that looked as though they were leggings, and a pair of red suspenders, but no shirt beneath that so one could see that long, pale torso very obviously, and also all the scars that spanned his chest in mutiple areas of different shapes and sizes. He wore his heavy boots on his feet and he gave a gruff sigh as he pulled a pack of cigs from his pants pocket as he plodded along.
He was in the middle of extracting a cancer stick from its package when his dark, murky eyes caught sight of someone he'd not seen before. His eyes fell heavily on her and he was silent for a while. Finally he said in a rather gruff, deep tone of voice, "You look like you need a drink or a smoke or somethin.." It wasn't exactly common he'd reach out to someone he didn't know especially, but he was getting vibes off of her that wasn't so much different from the feelings he experienced much of the time, so he'd decided on the spur of the moment to do so.
{hope you don't mind me joining you~}