Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-11588669-20140525144252/@comment-11588669-20140528122205

Nox watched the sexy sway of her hips as she left. His eyes traced over her shapely form before she stepped out the door. Then promptly lashed out at the wall again for losing control.

Again.

His fist struck the hard surface with enough force to crack it. Splinters slid up from the impact point, jagged lines across a previously pristine surface. He sighed, and shook his hand so the pain would fade away.

"What deep shit have you gotten yourself into this time, Noctum..." He murmured, and turned to get dressed.

The mercenary stood outside her airship, marveling at it. Why was it always that rich people decided they needed their own fucking AIRSHIP to get around, instead of walking?

Nox was dressed casually: A black muscle shirt, pants that fit him extremely well, but hung lower on his hips. A belt kept them up, but barely. He had his normal combat boots on, but no knives in there.

There was one hidden in his waistband, though, so he didn't need to worry.

He exhaled slowly, and knocked on the door. "This should be...interesting..."