Feb 23, 2017
@x-purpose Hands locked behind the back of his neck, eye closed easily. Fingers were laced together, above the knot of a pony tail. Legs where crossed lazily up over the lip of a table, leaning backwards to balance on the chair’s two legs. Few glances where given towards their corner. The color of skin was enough to send a bad message; mixing racing was exactly a common sight, nor welcomed for that matter. Garden and Agrabah. To Xigbar, it didn’t matter. Whatever nation paid him the most in doing the dirty work.. For now, that meant getting along with a potential enemy. “Remind me why you’re so infatuated with that kid again?” he asked the other, debating on knocking the other’s pint over with the corner of his heel.
