[Everything about Ardyn's body language exudes lazy — a lazy lean forward, a lazy lilt to his tone, the lazy way the glass filled with something golden-amber is brought to his lips before he bothers to offer a reply. But turning his head, an elbow leaned into the bar counter, he offers her a grin that’s sharp around the edges, as if carved from a knife. Just the default, really.
Unruly strands of (red) hair fall across his forehead, curling at odd angles. He huffs out laughter that at least sounds sincerely amused.]
Ardyn ‘Beacon of Light’ Sky, at your service.
[His free hand makes a little wavy gesture at her, the best greeting she’s going to get out of him.]
no subject
Unruly strands of (red) hair fall across his forehead, curling at odd angles. He huffs out laughter that at least sounds sincerely amused.]
Ardyn ‘Beacon of Light’ Sky, at your service.
[His free hand makes a little wavy gesture at her, the best greeting she’s going to get out of him.]
Laura, isn’t it?
[hi]