08-21-2017, 03:31 AM
((Hard times to rp, it seems, all around xD))
The movement and shuffling between rooms had actually drawn someone's attention, but not of the one Midoriko had in the forefront of his mind. "I was wondering why the fuck Aida was banging on the doors." Leaning against the door, an olive skinned male apparently in his twenties glared at the slave, a crimson and golden robe hanging disheveled from his shoulders. His golden eyes were half shut, with noticeable dark circles underneath, his shoulder length black, indigo streaked wavy hair matted against his head in one side. He was semi—slouched, making him look particularly small, yet the hint of toned muscle was visible under the parted robe. "Who. Are. You." Other than the eye color, there was no sign of anything particularly extraordinary, especially compared to the owner of the house. But his mood was far less agreeable.
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Minos chuckled a bit sourly, taking another sip of his neon beverage. "He's being as predictable as the rest of his rebel lot, of course. Don't take much to figure out he's trying to figure out a way to stick it to the man. The man being me, sadly." The low light accentuated the way his markings seemed to ripple softly with each little movement the blessed made, even now as he sighed. "If he isn't, I'll be really surprised, I admit. I've got more things to occupy myself with than watching the occupants of my house though. Unless they're dangerous." Minos leaned in closer to whisper seductivelt in Trystan's ear, the waft of alcohol and spices present on his breath. "Or if it's your thing..." Minos had been drinking for a while now, and it was starting to show. Flirting wasn't his thing, for sure. He moved back to his side, smirking. "Anyway, I know I'm scary. I don't need to add pervert to my reputation too."
The movement and shuffling between rooms had actually drawn someone's attention, but not of the one Midoriko had in the forefront of his mind. "I was wondering why the fuck Aida was banging on the doors." Leaning against the door, an olive skinned male apparently in his twenties glared at the slave, a crimson and golden robe hanging disheveled from his shoulders. His golden eyes were half shut, with noticeable dark circles underneath, his shoulder length black, indigo streaked wavy hair matted against his head in one side. He was semi—slouched, making him look particularly small, yet the hint of toned muscle was visible under the parted robe. "Who. Are. You." Other than the eye color, there was no sign of anything particularly extraordinary, especially compared to the owner of the house. But his mood was far less agreeable.
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Minos chuckled a bit sourly, taking another sip of his neon beverage. "He's being as predictable as the rest of his rebel lot, of course. Don't take much to figure out he's trying to figure out a way to stick it to the man. The man being me, sadly." The low light accentuated the way his markings seemed to ripple softly with each little movement the blessed made, even now as he sighed. "If he isn't, I'll be really surprised, I admit. I've got more things to occupy myself with than watching the occupants of my house though. Unless they're dangerous." Minos leaned in closer to whisper seductivelt in Trystan's ear, the waft of alcohol and spices present on his breath. "Or if it's your thing..." Minos had been drinking for a while now, and it was starting to show. Flirting wasn't his thing, for sure. He moved back to his side, smirking. "Anyway, I know I'm scary. I don't need to add pervert to my reputation too."