-Thorn-
Again and again more people flit around here and there, and again and again Thorn is bored out of his mind. At least, until someone enters the bar from a different part of the brothel – looking like she’d come from the clinic. Well, that’s curious. It’s enough of a strangeness that he racks his mind over whether or not there was some event going on today, and when he comes up with some passing notion of a woman from Stormbreak coming to shadow and learn, suddenly things start to fall into place.
The woman certainly sparks enough interest for him that he pulls himself from the booth he’d claimed as his own, to let his green blue gaze scan over the bartender to cut any sideways remarks, before he slinks into the seat beside her, bold enough to sit so that his torso faces her, face bearing a playful smile of greeting. He wears a thin dark grey shirt that’s more akin to a crop top than anything else, revealing the edges of his vine tattoos that snake up his chest, hidden away by the waistband of his pants. “Hey. How'd the lessons go?” He asks, his voice rich and surprisingly deep for such a smooth, innocent looking face; severely hoping that he's assumed correct in the information whispered throughout the House of Midnight.
The woman certainly sparks enough interest for him that he pulls himself from the booth he’d claimed as his own, to let his green blue gaze scan over the bartender to cut any sideways remarks, before he slinks into the seat beside her, bold enough to sit so that his torso faces her, face bearing a playful smile of greeting. He wears a thin dark grey shirt that’s more akin to a crop top than anything else, revealing the edges of his vine tattoos that snake up his chest, hidden away by the waistband of his pants. “Hey. How'd the lessons go?” He asks, his voice rich and surprisingly deep for such a smooth, innocent looking face; severely hoping that he's assumed correct in the information whispered throughout the House of Midnight.
// let's fall in love for the night //
