[Heels? Not unusual. Vieran feet are pretty much made to slot right in, no problem.
The rest of it? Well, suffice it to say, he doesn't have high praise for the outfits at the Gold Saucer, so this isn't getting his seal of approval either. Obsidian huffs, folding his arms, which doesn't do hell of a lot other than nearly cause his pectorals to pop out of the top.]
Right, so... we're doing this again.
[Nope. Just going to go with it.]
How long's it been...? Or was it just my memories catching up?
[Ugh. One of the others could probably theorize this way better than him. He's never had much of a knack for theories when bizarre things happen.]
🖤 II. oh no... YOU CAUGHT ME...
[It was eventual: Obsidian wanders the hells away from the hub, not thinking much about what other goofy thing is going to be on the horizon. And so it is, he's the one in the costume, so you know. The chase is going to happen, and he's naturally a bit competitive.
Obsidian puts his hands on his hips and turns to you, giving a crooked grin.]
Bet you can't manage to catch me.
[And without another word, he takes off, running alarmingly well in heels.
GETTEM.]
🖤 III. network; un: blackestnight
so are we still doing random acts of sexual intercourse for fake coupons?
🖤 IV. wildcard
[idk man i'm not the boss of you make your own prompt if you want]
🖤 Obsidian Blackheart (WoL) | FFXIV
[Heels? Not unusual. Vieran feet are pretty much made to slot right in, no problem.
The rest of it? Well, suffice it to say, he doesn't have high praise for the outfits at the Gold Saucer, so this isn't getting his seal of approval either. Obsidian huffs, folding his arms, which doesn't do hell of a lot other than nearly cause his pectorals to pop out of the top.]
Right, so... we're doing this again.
[Nope. Just going to go with it.]
How long's it been...? Or was it just my memories catching up?
[Ugh. One of the others could probably theorize this way better than him. He's never had much of a knack for theories when bizarre things happen.]
🖤 II. oh no... YOU CAUGHT ME...
[It was eventual: Obsidian wanders the hells away from the hub, not thinking much about what other goofy thing is going to be on the horizon. And so it is, he's the one in the costume, so you know. The chase is going to happen, and he's naturally a bit competitive.
Obsidian puts his hands on his hips and turns to you, giving a crooked grin.]
Bet you can't manage to catch me.
[And without another word, he takes off, running alarmingly well in heels.
GETTEM.]
🖤 III. network; un: blackestnight
so
are we still doing random acts of sexual intercourse for fake coupons?
🖤 IV. wildcard
[idk man i'm not the boss of you make your own prompt if you want]