Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-6975131-20130928221634/@comment-11588669-20131004002824

Nox walked into his apartment, set his equipment down and spotted his brother clocked out on the couch. Smiling slightly, he turned around, and strode back out, closing the door softly behind him. Umbra has insomnia, so letting him get any sleep is a higher priority than a dessert.

Shrugging to himself, the mercenary climbed the stairs back down to the bar. He rounded the corner, as the purple haired man exited the rest-room. Their gazes met, and Nox grinned.

The corridor was smaller, meaning that only small weapons could be used. And this man followed him here.

"You know." He began, his tone flat. "I'd have to congradulate you. You are, the first person, who has the balls to follow me to where I live. Now, either you tell me why you came here. Or I break your neck, take your phone, and have a friend run through all of your recent calls. And while you're at it, tell me how the fuck you managed to get into this bar." A bit of heat entered his voice at that.