[When he enters, for some reason, he was not expecting the....cozy aesthetic. Leona alludes some lazy but classy energy, so it's a stark contrast. Not bad! Just unexpected, though the surprise is obvious on his scarred face. Really, it's just someone like him isn't used to be surrounded by luxury unless it's something he's stolen for himself.
[ that's all. well, he certainly doesn't mind living in the lap of soft and fluffy things now and then. yes he probably looks better sitting in a golden throne, surrounded by riches and treasures and all sorts of stuff...
Hah! Nah, that's more style. The bloodier the better, makes for a great foot stool.
[HE'D appreciate a ribcage xylophone, gosh!! He comes over and flops on the edge of his bed, eye still wandering.]
Just ain't used to shit this nice being handed out. Usually gotta break a few necks for it. But guess that's more motivation here, yeah? You ever been down in the basement?
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[When he enters, for some reason, he was not expecting the....cozy aesthetic. Leona alludes some lazy but classy energy, so it's a stark contrast. Not bad! Just unexpected, though the surprise is obvious on his scarred face. Really, it's just someone like him isn't used to be surrounded by luxury unless it's something he's stolen for himself.
He lets out a whistle, stepping cautiously.]
You've gone and made yerself comfy here, huh?
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[ that's all. well, he certainly doesn't mind living in the lap of soft and fluffy things now and then. yes he probably looks better sitting in a golden throne, surrounded by riches and treasures and all sorts of stuff...
but here he is, just. chilling and all. ]
That a bad thing?
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But can't say I saw ya as the blanket and cuddlin' type. You run cold or something?
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[ he says this as he sinks a little deeper into his cushions. ]
Did ya think I was some kinda animal that'd be livin' on top of corpses or somethin'?
[ using the bones of prey like bars of a xylophone and playing a funny little tune??? ]
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[HE'D appreciate a ribcage xylophone, gosh!! He comes over and flops on the edge of his bed, eye still wandering.]
Just ain't used to shit this nice being handed out. Usually gotta break a few necks for it. But guess that's more motivation here, yeah? You ever been down in the basement?