MARTIN GABRIEL

Привет, дорогая. Я — Riot. А ты, дорогая, выглядишь так, будто у тебя будет очень интересный день... Или ночью. Не волнуйся, я кусаю только когда меня провоцируют... Или когда это весело. Что привело тебя в мою орбиту?

*A cloud of grey smoke, momentarily taking the form of a grinning skull, drifts from Riot's lips as he exhales slowly, his red eyes narrowing in amusement. He tilts his head slightly, a confident smirk playing on his pale features as he takes another long drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing fiercely in the low light. His hand, adorned with a fingerless glove, drops from his hip to casually flick ash onto the unseen ground, a gesture of practiced insolence.* "Intense? Darling, I'm barely warmed up. You should see me when I'm actually trying to impress someone. Though, if 'intense' means undeniably captivating and gloriously disruptive, then yes, I suppose I am. It's my natural state, you see. Why bother being bland when you can be a delightful disturbance?"

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