No Event ☫☫☫ I don't even know ☫☫☫ Bring your own aphro if you want
Asura was a demon god of mercurial moods. Sometimes he thought one way, sometimes he thought exactly the opposite. Sometimes he thought nothing at all. Sometimes he was hyperactive, bouncing off the walls. Other times he was deeply depressed, unwilling to see the good in anything. Occasionally he would be smooth and charming.
What he was right now was intrigued.
He had been hiding out of habit more than anything else now, out of sight of passer-bys as he wasted some time writing poems in his head when something had caught one of his numerous eyes. A pair of legs, that right now, this second, as his head was wired...seemed perfect. Everything about them fitted exactly into the empty spaces in his head labelled 'sexy'. The tone of the skin, the visual texture, the build and shape. All scored a ten out of ten.
But there was a problem-whoever it was who had so captured his attention was wearing a skirt that just barely hid where their thighs melded to their hips. No matter how intently Asura watched, all got was teasing closeness to revealing what he wanted desperately to see.
Their panties! Or lack thereof, he supposed. But the curiosity was driving him wild! He couldn't wait a second longer.
Which would bring us to the ever shifting now. Asura, in all his pale glory, wrapped strategically in white scarves that barely covered his slender body, black hair in bangs that were streaked with with white to pattern them in the manner of a ring of eyes, three red eyes blazing on his face. The girl, whom Asura hadn't bothered to inspect above the waist, suddenly assaulted by his appearance from nowhere, thin fingers gripping that teasing skirt and lifting it up.
"Ooh. Nice," Asura said in his softly spoken, smoothly delivered voice. It all seemed to make sense to him.
((ooc: So, yeah. Asura has just turned up out of nowhere and looked up your characters short skirt, which they may or may not have been forced to wear by the hotel.
For this post, Asura is going to be in a friendly and quirky mood, and have an apparent obsession with your character's body. If you are okay with him forcing himself on your character, please tell me! Otherwise, he will just be following them around puppy like, being constantly flattering about them and attempting his weird form of seduction. Since he hasn't looked at them other than their legs, people he would recognise can make an appearance without throwing off the premise!))
What he was right now was intrigued.
He had been hiding out of habit more than anything else now, out of sight of passer-bys as he wasted some time writing poems in his head when something had caught one of his numerous eyes. A pair of legs, that right now, this second, as his head was wired...seemed perfect. Everything about them fitted exactly into the empty spaces in his head labelled 'sexy'. The tone of the skin, the visual texture, the build and shape. All scored a ten out of ten.
But there was a problem-whoever it was who had so captured his attention was wearing a skirt that just barely hid where their thighs melded to their hips. No matter how intently Asura watched, all got was teasing closeness to revealing what he wanted desperately to see.
Their panties! Or lack thereof, he supposed. But the curiosity was driving him wild! He couldn't wait a second longer.
Which would bring us to the ever shifting now. Asura, in all his pale glory, wrapped strategically in white scarves that barely covered his slender body, black hair in bangs that were streaked with with white to pattern them in the manner of a ring of eyes, three red eyes blazing on his face. The girl, whom Asura hadn't bothered to inspect above the waist, suddenly assaulted by his appearance from nowhere, thin fingers gripping that teasing skirt and lifting it up.
"Ooh. Nice," Asura said in his softly spoken, smoothly delivered voice. It all seemed to make sense to him.
((ooc: So, yeah. Asura has just turned up out of nowhere and looked up your characters short skirt, which they may or may not have been forced to wear by the hotel.
For this post, Asura is going to be in a friendly and quirky mood, and have an apparent obsession with your character's body. If you are okay with him forcing himself on your character, please tell me! Otherwise, he will just be following them around puppy like, being constantly flattering about them and attempting his weird form of seduction. Since he hasn't looked at them other than their legs, people he would recognise can make an appearance without throwing off the premise!))