[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.

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[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.