Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140219032154

He felt her eyes on him, and thanked anything worshipped that he was turned away. Otherwise, she'd see the flush he couldn't fight down.

Matters of the heart and fairer gender always took a backseat to business for him. Go in, do the job, walk out, get paid, get another. He had shut down his feelings as much as he could, and prevented most, if not all females from getting close to him.

In short, he fucking sucked with relaitionships of the romantic variety.

Sighing, Nox changed quickly. He strapped two knives to each of his thighs, one at his calf, and one across his middle back. Each was sheathed in a polymer that blocked metal detectors. Illegal, yes. Did he care? No. In his experience, just because police were there didn't mean you were safe.

Pulling on a shirt that clung to his upper torso and arms but not the rest of his torso, he slid his belt through the loops, and strapped on his holster. Finally done, the merc pulled on his jacket, and ensured the knives sheathed on the inside were secure. Looping Nightfall's combat strap around his torso, he opened the door.

"I'll be in the other room." He told her, tone still immaculately dead. "If you need me, just shout. Though, I doubt you will." Leaving the door itself open, he walked over to his computer, and opened it to check for any new data.