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The smell of cigarette smoke precedes him, if not by much. Likely, whoever may be in the room is just starting to perk up, sniffing at the air and wondering where that's coming from, when he steps in, lowering the cigarette in question from his lips with two fingers, checking the clearly heavy and expensive wristwatch on his other arm as he does so.
He's tall, perhaps inevitably so, an inch or two over six feet, with broad shoulders, narrow hips, and a faintly amused expression on his face, which is composed of features simultaneously angular and quite attractive in a vaguely dangerous sort of way (say thank you to his parents). His hair is dark brown, just long enough to be artful about it, and slicked back from his face a little, likely just with a little gel and a sweep of his fingers; he has, somewhat conversely, got a grease-stained white T-shirt on under his much more formal black blazer, and while he's obviously polished his shoes, the toes are definitely and noticeably scuffed anyway.
His face doesn't betray any actual surprise when he glances up from this and notes that he's somewhere quite different from where he thought he would find himself, unless you count the little quirk of an eyebrow as surprise. Expression still unchanging, he puts out his cigarette against the inside of his wrist, apparently not registering any pain; only then does he give a slight, crooked smile. "Missed me?"
Typist: Finally finally, the last of the Aphrodite/Cocytus Hades/Ares spawn, also known as Alexandros.
He's tall, perhaps inevitably so, an inch or two over six feet, with broad shoulders, narrow hips, and a faintly amused expression on his face, which is composed of features simultaneously angular and quite attractive in a vaguely dangerous sort of way (say thank you to his parents). His hair is dark brown, just long enough to be artful about it, and slicked back from his face a little, likely just with a little gel and a sweep of his fingers; he has, somewhat conversely, got a grease-stained white T-shirt on under his much more formal black blazer, and while he's obviously polished his shoes, the toes are definitely and noticeably scuffed anyway.
His face doesn't betray any actual surprise when he glances up from this and notes that he's somewhere quite different from where he thought he would find himself, unless you count the little quirk of an eyebrow as surprise. Expression still unchanging, he puts out his cigarette against the inside of his wrist, apparently not registering any pain; only then does he give a slight, crooked smile. "Missed me?"
Typist: Finally finally, the last of the Aphrodite/Cocytus Hades/Ares spawn, also known as Alexandros.