Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516/@comment-25389303-20151109173424

Nocte followed the group to the table without a word, pulling out a chair opposite the Cardamom, the one they called 'Azzie'. Well, he didn't intend on getting too friendly with these people. After all, who knows how many of them would actually survive this mission?

He waved over a waitress. "I'll take a dark coffee please. And, uh, a slice of chocolate cake..." he asked politely, offering his best smile, which even on his good days was hardly destinguishable from one of his cruel smirks. The waitress smiled awkwardly back and hurried away with his order. Immediately Nocte's smiled disapated, and his usual frown returned.

Nocte had pretty much given up on trying to impress the ladies at this point. He wasn't bad looking - far from it. His toned muscles and handsome face would've made him quite attractive. Unfortunately, the lines and lines of patchwork-like scars that criss-crossed his skin were a painful sight to look at. It was if a dog had torn apart its favourite toy and its owner had sewn it back together again with black thread.

The waitress returned with his order and smiled at him, seemingly have gotten over the sight of his mutilated body, but he wasn't in the mood anymore. He snatched it out of her hands and dug into his snack, no longer caring what she thought of him.

It took him a few moments to realise that some of the others were looking at him as well.

"What?" he demanded, speaking through a mouthful of cake. "You're not getting any cake, if that's what you're thinking..."