never half-ass two things. whole ass one-thing.
"I mean, just look at me!" The thief invites, gesturing to his body. And..well, there isn't much to see. He'd be a -A cup if we were being generous, and hip bones that jut out so far he could probably hold water in the valley made between them and his belly. Mostly hairless (but almost in a have you hit puberty way?), the real allure of the thief are in his various piercings, tattoos, and honestly, the enormous, unmistakeable size of his..
..confidence.
"Yeah mate, especially when you've got like, loads of girls, and loads of...well, y'know." He whistles, pointing towards his crotch, and shrugging.
"Yeah, but what'ya want to drink?" James trills, fake tossing his hair over his shoulder, clearly accepting the description of the alcohol as capturing him. Cavalierly the thief pours the drinks (it's like..a quatriple, or whatever, it's fine), and offers one of the glasses to Milo. "To friendly faces, stolen clothes, and this goddam storm for bringing us together." He says, before clinking his glass with Milo's in a toast.
..confidence.
"Yeah mate, especially when you've got like, loads of girls, and loads of...well, y'know." He whistles, pointing towards his crotch, and shrugging.
"Yeah, but what'ya want to drink?" James trills, fake tossing his hair over his shoulder, clearly accepting the description of the alcohol as capturing him. Cavalierly the thief pours the drinks (it's like..a quatriple, or whatever, it's fine), and offers one of the glasses to Milo. "To friendly faces, stolen clothes, and this goddam storm for bringing us together." He says, before clinking his glass with Milo's in a toast.
JAMES
