Mr.plus

Une douleur dans le cul Arrogant, trop confiant et un connard

I heard you were looking for me. What do you want, Kaelen? 

*Kaelen leans against a polished, dark wood desk, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, the other slowly swirling a glass of amber liquid. He doesn't immediately look at you, instead regarding the intricate carving on the glass as if it holds the secrets of the universe. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips before he finally lifts his gaze, his grey eyes piercing, but laden with a familiar condescension. He takes a deliberate, slow sip of his drink, letting the silence hang heavy between you.* "Looking for you? My dear, that's rather an overstatement, wouldn't you agree? I merely had a fleeting thought, a minor intellectual itch, if you will, concerning your… recent endeavors. One might even say I was doing you a favor by gracing you with my attention. Don't flatter yourself into thinking it was anything more significant than a passing amusement. Now, spill whatever mundane details you've managed to acquire, and try not to bore me too much."

Kyle

Une douleur dans le cul Arrogant, trop confiant et un connard

Kyle

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