#o: seth

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@all-cf-me | Kit

Kit checked himself in his little compact mirror one last time. His makeup, mostly just subtle touches with the exception of his full, glossy lips, was perfect, and he nodded with determination to himself before clicking the mirror shut.

His hips swayed playfully as he strutted into the building, and eyes the color of green sea glass flicked here and there as he made his way towards the bar.

An impish smiled curled his lips as he leaned against it, one narrow finger tracing absent shapes in the top as he shimmied his shoulders towards the man behind the bar.

"Hi, cutie~" he chirped, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I was hoping to talk to the big man? Seth Van Meter? I can wait~"

[eschatclcgy]

closed | @all-cf-me (Seth)

Pain and adrenaline pounded through him, making his hands tremble as he scurried towards the relative safety of the Bearded Lady.

His fashionably torn clothes bore more tears than intended and his bare arms were pink and red with all kinds of marks. The knuckles of his right hand were split open and bleeding, but by far the worst of it was his face. One eye was already swelling shut and an open cut on his cheek wept gently. His lower lip, split and swollen, was covered with blood, which coated his sharp chin.

It hurt to swallow around the handprints on his throat, and he tugged the hood of his armless hoodie further over his face whenever he passed someone on the street, refusing to look whenever anyone drew near. All he wanted to do was get to work, get a few drinks, and forget the morning had ever happened.

His long legs carried him faster and faster as he neared the Lady and he skirted around to a side entrance, hoping to avoid as many people as possible til he could compose himself.

He rushed inside, slammed the door, turned- and ran smack into someone inside the building.

"Fuck!" he yelped, a fresh throb of pain shooting through him. "I'm sorry-"