JessieJames
Dream as if you were dying.
Shirosaki tilted his head as he strolled into the parlor behind the lovely dark haired female. He was starting to like the dark strands that trailed behind her and reached out towards him without much effort. His gold on black eyes trailed over her backside in a lazy fashion that might have been considered checking a woman out but he meant little by it. He was sure the female was used to getting such looks.
The atmosphere of the room caused him to relax a bit as he noticed people wondering about and several observing others getting vastly more complicated tattoos than his own. It still itched as it healed. He had heard of this place but avoided it because of his being from another gang. It was best usually not to mix pleasure and pain in his eyes. As she welcomed him and lead him through the back into a dark passage way. His calm nature evaporated, "Keep around? Lady you don't know me well enough yet to want me to stay," He informed her softly as he took up residence on the opposite side of the hall way, "I killed only one to get to where I am now. I don't like the blood on my hands. It gets messy and eats at the heart or whats left of it."
The atmosphere of the room caused him to relax a bit as he noticed people wondering about and several observing others getting vastly more complicated tattoos than his own. It still itched as it healed. He had heard of this place but avoided it because of his being from another gang. It was best usually not to mix pleasure and pain in his eyes. As she welcomed him and lead him through the back into a dark passage way. His calm nature evaporated, "Keep around? Lady you don't know me well enough yet to want me to stay," He informed her softly as he took up residence on the opposite side of the hall way, "I killed only one to get to where I am now. I don't like the blood on my hands. It gets messy and eats at the heart or whats left of it."