golden comets

they're teaching me to kill -
who's teaching me to love?

If there's any benefit to this weird beautiful land he's now in, it's that he's not left alone for long. Though Harper was enjoying the scenery, breathing in the smog-free air like he'd never get it again, Quinn is a man who thrives off of companionship. So while he keeps his guard up, ready and willing to defend himself with significant force if the interaction turns sour, he nonetheless turns and smiles sunnily at the newcomer.

"Well I'm not sure where I am and my shoulder just took the entirety of my curvaceous bod on it, so," he laughs, free-flowing and unburdened. Harper has kind of learned to go with the flow considering his convoluted past. What was one more wrench in the system?

Harper ambles closer to the other man, removing the mask that conceals his features. Regardless of where he is, his identity is certainly not something he has to worry about being discovered. Slipping it back into his hip pouch, the taller man grins and holds out his good hand for Oliver in greeting. "My name's Harper, nice to meet you Oliver. Can you tell me where I am?" Hopefully that would help him get his bearings, figure out how far from home he was and how to get back there.

Harper