[Open] All that to hide the fact that he's a rogue. Yes, he's a rogue! Don't be deceived!

[dominateartimus]

Who: Sandrath & you?
What: A fallen arch-angel just wandering around the ship, poking his nose where it doesn't belong on certain decks.
When: All day November 18th
Where: Around the Black Tide.
Warnings: Will update if things change.
Notes: Brackets or prose is fine, will match.
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The dark haired man could be found around various decks through-out the day. Maybe you spotted him playing some mini-golf or down in the library, mindlessly wandering the aisles while reading an unusual book; or perhaps down on deck 7 admiring the aquatic or avian life.

But around lunch and dinner time, he's in the food court on deck 6 acquiring a tray filled with food. Clearly that amount of food was too much for one man. There was a likely chance that he was bringing that tray to someone on the residential decks.

Comments

[volatileconstructs]

There is a pause in Mica's confident gait, a stutter in her swagger as she moved down the hall. San's words had awakened an ache in her heart that she'd thought long dead and forgotten. There were no more tears to cry. That life was long gone. But there were phantom pains that still lingered, for lives she wished desperately she could've saved.

She smiles at San, a genuine and pleased smile. "Good. Keep her close."

He had no way of knowing it, but that simple act had been nearly enough to endear him to Mica. She knew better than to get too close to the cattle. But...

Well there was no rule against fraternizing was there? She didn't think so.

Her smile slips into something a little more sly when he is flush against her. Her fingers bunch his shirt and tug him down until he is closer to her level.

"Very blunt, I like that. Your place or mine?"

[dominateartimus]

"Oh, I will." He reassures her with a smile of his own.

The second tug of his shirt causes him to be more level with her and only a few inches away from her face. It was clear he was quite amused by the rough treatment and didn't seem to mind it.

"Hm... Where is 'your place', if I may ask?"

[volatileconstructs]

"That is one of my secrets, amor," she purrs and brushes a kiss along his jaw.

There were plenty of places off limits to the passengers, but she'd find a nook she could drag him into. She had plenty of those.

"But if you really want to see, then you meet me on deck six tonight, yes?"

[dominateartimus]

"Why am I not surprised?" He asks with a chuckle, not minding the kiss along his jaw. "But, I promise to meet you on deck 6. Should I be anywhere in particular or stay by the elevators?"

Although he wouldn't be surprised if they slipped off to the adult section of the marketplace before hand.

[volatileconstructs]

She finally releases his shirt and pushes him back so they might go about their day.

"Mm. Go where you please. Don't worry, I'll find you."

[dominateartimus]

It takes him a moment to regain his footing before adjusting his shirt with a smirk.

"All right then. See you tonight, Mica." Was his reply before giving her a wink and a wave of farewell as he turns to leave.