flamesofdeceit gave orders
A shallow breath parted between the lips as a milky cloud of smoke formed, inhaling another small drag this was his fourth one already and he was getting sick of smoking. All was quiet outside the military base watching the soldiers patrol carefully marking t into the dimmly lite phone within his palms. The air stiffened with cold and a smog. On nights like this the quiet was well loved and needed for the king a night such for murder. Glancing down his brows furrowed in anger as he stomped out what was left of his cigar twisting his foot left and right. He didn’t say much since he was alone, and severely overworked. His scroll within the palms of his glove hands while the other held his cane. He pocketed the device turning it off, deeming it useless for the time being, after all she was on her way to meet him. Arm raising from his pocket to his hair, a annoyed glare graced his face.
Cinder had called him out from his hole, the animals tamed neatly and suffice thanks to the two brats watching them. He shivered at the slight wind stirring up, pulling the scarf closer to his neck trying to keep warm, it was comfty in his coat--finally dusting a very small amount of fire on it keeping his body temperature stable. He hated winter and the cold, both which he wished just to disappear.
"...." Torchwick sighed wryily, his frigid hand running through his hair, carefully examining the other on late arrival
"You're late by a hour, it better be good I'm cold" he snarled rolling his eyes. "Let's go I hate wasting time. . ."
