⊰ STARTER CALL: @ofhoshiido ⊱
— ❀ Inigo always felt most at home in clean, manicured village, preferably with plenty of flowers and even more beautiful women, and this one was one he found great comfort in. He whistled a tune -- perhaps one from when he was young, or from somewhere more recent, he couldn’t remember -- as the mercenary strolled absently down the street. Time, as usual, was on his side (though could likely be put to better use) but he wastes no moment for a woman.
Footsteps tread closer with just a note of hesitation (the last time he’d approached a woman on the street she’d robbed him blind, after all) before a low hum escaped through grinning lips. “Mmn,” Inigo let out. “You’ll have to excuse me -- I was only curious about what might hold a beautiful lady so rapt...” His smile seems to grow a little wider, edging the corners of his eyes up a smidge. “... And if I might borrow it for a while.”
