Afternoon arousal; Leon || Damon [Named by Damon's typist]
His steps were slow, slower than they ususally were to be exact. Leon practically dragged his feet forward, scraping the soles of his sneakers against the asphalt. This neighborhood certainly didn’t match the standards of his own, not even close. Intiguing considering which contrasts it created. Seemingly amusing in the eyes for the immortal, at least. A tad comforted by the fact that he had decided not to change clothes before leaving. Simplicity could sometimes be blessing. So, with tattooed arms on clear display he strode along the sidewalk. Not dragging to much attention to himself as he made a swift right turn, stepping into the stair case of the building where he knew Damon lived. Funny though, how he had never been there even though they’d known one another for two years now.
Even though there was no rush, Leon walked up the stairs in a rather quick pace, skipping a few steps here and there for no particular reason. Reaching the correct floor by the breach of a minute. Shaking his head a little at his surroundings. Still far from his own standards, something he’d definitely make a remark about. Once done with the commitment at hand, of course. There was only one reason to why he was there and, quite expectantly so. He glanced at his wristwatch. 3:59 pm. Almost an hour late, but why should he care? His absence pobably hadn’t even been noticed, as far as the crusnik himself could imagine.
He stopped by the right door, a brow raised as he wrinkled his nose a bit. The smell of smoke was apparent even outside of the apartment. Not his problem, but something he would never accept in his own complex. Oh well. He raised his hand, knocking on the door thrice before stepping back, arms folded across his quite broad chest, foot tapping against the flooring in an even beat as the waiting began. Not breathing, not blinking. Silence, drumming against his ears. A few audible steps here and there, voices from time to time. “Slow fuck.” He mumbled under his breath, as fingertips treaded over his tattooed complexion over and over, head swaying from side to side.