Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-11588669-20140525144252/@comment-11588669-20140526024521

Nox nearly jumped, and twisted around, cursing his luck. Purple hair tied into a side ponytail, with a white wedge hat  on the opposite side. White bolero with yellow-gold trim on the outside, purple and black tank top. Crimson eyes, and a rather...prominent bust. He knew who this was...and it was the last person he wanted to see at this moment and time. Especially since the fantasies were about her.

For the nth time of his teenage life, the mercenary cursed his hormones.

"Idina...no, we did not..." He took a breath, and met her gaze as evenly as he could. Which was rather hard, considering there was a prominent tent in the towel. "That is, if you're talking about the injuries. That was just stress relief, and poor emotional control." He winced as a cut on his front twinged with pain. Say what you want, those androids fucking hurt. "As for the shit...that's none of your business...what are you doing down here, anyways? There's hardly anyone down here this time of night."