Aug 04, 2011 23:34
[In the Japanese formal garden, there's a brightly-dressed figure sitting near the edge of a neatly-raked bed of sand, his sword resting at his side.]
[Slowly, he reaches out a hand--slim, pale, with light purple nails--and draws two lines across it, intersecting each other.]
[Four quadrants, empty.]
[It really won't do. He feels this very strongly.]
[Thankfully, he knows what to do about one of them.]
[He glances sidelong at the camera.]
...Your Majesty. I must... confer with you.
[You sexy asshole, you.]
[OOC: Both of his pity-related quadrants are still open, but I guess they're probably likely to remain as such ;; Silly MS!]
want your black romance,
just a little cracky,
action,
event: trollmance,
this isn't his fault,
ic,
holy shit an emotion!,
looking for trouble,
what's all this i hear about sex?,
entranceway,
he doesn't really have many friends,
this is entirely wrong,
fuck you kura