A drag of a cigarette.
Maybe he'd make some friends. A puff or two, and he brought out his phone. The Ampora wasn't wearing much for the night as it was already, but it was of his own interest compared to any otherwise subjects begging him to take it off.
[sent txt]: dress freely.
Oh how ironic. Even if the golden blood showed up in a winter coat he'd make it down to the appropriate size. Well, to his own standards of course. Cronus wore a black tank top across his front, light, cut and dropped so the fabric near his armpits ran low. His thick ribcage and his winding waist showed visibly without even a second glance, but beyond that he wore dark black pants and a belt to keep them on. Thank god for the belt, and of course the normal boots for his own comfortably.
[sent txt]: dress in somethin you don't mind gettin ruined.
That was better. The pounding music from inside the building caused his earfins to flicker with dismissive thoughts. He frowned, patting the fins gently to the beat of the music for just a few seconds, before the phone was stationed inside his pants for safe keeping. He awaited the other male to show up at the coordinates he sent because after all, he did own the man for the week, so the arrangements was all his own choice.
Cronus placed something in his mouth, and flicked down a pair of shades, though sunglasses in the middle of the night could be told as strange. It was late in the night, dark as the sea, lampposts flickering with the overaggressive power usage.
Sketchy.
Good.
