#maliciousmaim

It was raining. Summer was fading, Phileas could sense it, as the nights were getting colder. The days were still sunny and probably warm, but being a pillar during that time he, naturally, couldn't feel any temperature or coziness. All that he had was the night, the darkness, usually the stars, but now rain and a fresh wind blowing East.

Still he was sitting outside his tent, letting the drops soak his clothes and his white hair. Waiting, for nothing. It was just refreshing, in more than one way, to be here like this. Perhaps it had to do with his recent, more or less unwanted, trips to the outside world, but Phileas felt strangely at home between the broken stones these days. He loved this place, sometimes he even loved his solitude for a bit.

3: Nose Kiss

o o c; ;;wiggles.

ooc// Husubandoooo.

S w e e t tattoos, not something Eri would go for himself... he would never be able to sit there and take all that pain over the neck and such. 

There he went again, staring. Was it the usual gaze that went to his school trousers or did he just have yet another problem? ...quickly arms shuffled books and papers from studies in hand while he nod politely to the new stranger.

"...you lookin' for a room, stranger?" sizing up this fella, he didn't look like... well, when compared to the average demon, that he wouldn't cause too much trouble.