(no subject)
*In a world of giant robots, he's never seen a car: in a place where universes collide, the only thing that seems to be troubling this solitary fellow is whether he's got dirt under his fingernails. He holds one elegant white hand up to the light as if checking for flaws. His voice, when he speaks, is soft like his skin and carries an unmistakable French accent*
Age before beauty, yes or no?
*And he smiles. It's a very winning smile, the sort often worn by handsome men of a certain disposition, and it says nothing but approachable.*
((EDIT: (again!) Playing catchup. Slowly but surely. ))
Age before beauty, yes or no?
*And he smiles. It's a very winning smile, the sort often worn by handsome men of a certain disposition, and it says nothing but approachable.*
((EDIT: (again!) Playing catchup. Slowly but surely. ))