Mar 14, 2017
the whole building is trying to swallow him alive, nipping at his heels every step he takes; but he always did thrive best with a fire behind him. door swings open, the moment he had been waiting for, and his feet are thrown up on the table in front of him. his fingers run carefully along the blade held tight in his hands, he raises his gaze up toward the man (if it could be called that) he had been waiting for.
“you know, running a place like this is a really stupid mistake. or perhaps the lax in your security is your problem.” a raise of his brow, a silent threat. “would be a real shame if the wrong people took advantage of that.”
( * @zeraphe )
