Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140421033222/@comment-11588669-20140613163910

Nox stepped out of the bathroom, still towelling off his hair. The mercenary was without a shirt, just dressed in a pair of black slacks that hung low on his hips. Once he was sure all the water was out of his hair, he tossed the towel into the basket. A small sigh later and he sank into the couch. Midnight eyes closed as he hummed a song to himself.

"Ooooh ma, we're gonna meet Kasumi!"

''You have got. To be fucking. Kidding me. It's too early into this job for this bullshit...''

Grumbling to himself, Nox went to the door. And opened it to find to teens, a bit older than him. One was knelt in front of the lock, while the other was looking around. The standing teen gaped at him, and began stuttering. The mercenary stepped fully out of his room, scars, tattoos, and muscle all coming into view.

Needless to say, Winter was not amused. A dark look was soon on his features, promising pain before death. It was the type of look that sent the mind racing to conjour images of agonizing torture and a gruesome end.

"What," He bit off the end of the word distastefully. His voice was cold, and the tempurature around him seemed to drop. "Do you think you're doing?"