+ eamesrp + she-lives-in-the-dreams + jacktheduplicate
Robert leaned casually against the doorframe, sipping from his drink. People were constantly passing by, but someone caught his attention. They were dressed well, which wasn't particularly unusual about anyone in New York City, but it was how they carried themselves, how they walked.
OOC: Hello! And thanks for the follows! I wrote this so we can have some character interaction, but if you would like to plot, I’m open to that, as well.












