Dec 21, 2018
"Handsome as the devil, you are." A finger trails along the curve of his cheek, "what's your name, love? Let me hear you."
MORTUUS— EYES QUIETLY STARE AT the stranger for a while, giving a slight impression of annoyance. “If ya don' 'ouch me, an' don' call me 'tur'le dove', I will 'ell ya.” He says relatively calmly, leaning away from their touch with some annoyance showing on his face. “Besides I don' knah wha' ya're talkin' abaht, 'andsome? Me? 're ya mental?”