May 1
open starter | fumio
"Hold on."
A voice that doesn't match the hand. The voice, low and tranquil, an apology stitched somewhere between the settled timbre, contrasts with the hand. Fingers are visibly forced to relax where they're wrapped around a wrist, a grab that turns into a grip and is consciously loosened back into a suggestion.
A dichotomy between a dangerous man, and the attempt at amicability on his lips, as he blocks the door leading out of the bathrooms.
"Sorry about that. Just not much of a sight right now, out there. Mind giving it a sec before you leave?"
#;open starter#the regrettable;fumio#the regrettable;open#MY SON!!! MY DARLINGEST SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#you can put him into ANY public stalls btw he's there for work just killed something outside that's taking a minute to dissolve#also please do feel free to have your muse deck him in the face if they feel threatened#that's Exactly the type of situation to put him in#;queue