Twilight || Kylo & Sif
Kylo was perpetually in the way. Of everything. Right now, he’d found his way into the prop car, and onto an exposed metal beam in the car. Which he now hung upside down from, like a gothic Christmas decoration.
It was probably the first time he’d gone out in the public of the Carnival without his costume-- it was harder to do exercises with the long tunic on, so he was down to a tank top and pants. Still both black though.
His long, curly hair hung loosely and his face was creased in determination as he worked on his curls, arms crossed in front of his chest like the emo vampire he was. He probably had zero clue that he looked like a ridiculous giant bat.
The door opened as he was pulling himself up again, feeling the burn in his abs, and he didn’t bother to look, or break his pace. “Go away,” he remarked sharply as he dropped back down to resting position before curling up again.
