Ariel & Amadeus
"What can I say, red is my color." It was a color that wasn't so bad on Ariel himself though as much as Amadeus appreciated the look, he really wanted to just push the jacket off of Ariel's shoulders and start unbuttoning his shirt. He reached out and grabbed the lapels of the jacket but instead of pushing it off him he just used it to pull the Gangrel closer to him.
Amadeus's eyes drifted over Ariel's face noting that it was worse on the high points—the forehead, cheeks, his nose, the bottom of his chin—all places that rubbed against the inside of the mask more than others. "I'm not going to lie, it's not great. I have something that should take it off later. I got to say though, not a fan of that mask."
He wasn't interested in getting into the racisms of the kine at the moment. Or even some of the Kindred since not all things died so easily. He had heard and suffered enough racial slurs of his own over the years. No, right now he was more interested in doing something else. "It's been keeping me from doing this." He pulled Ariel in just a little closer so that he could claim his mouth in a slow kiss.