[Something tells D he is going to be harassed solely because he is dark and grumpy, but this... is just... par for the course. He can't count on two hands how many Nobles were this way with him, and plenty of mischievous human girls have spent short times bullying him gently.]
By choice.
[It's ridiculous to have to try so hard to figure out where one part of him begins and where one ends because he's wrapped in so much black. By canon law, I'm supposed to inform you that despite his beautiful baby face, J can feel a fair amount of muscle under his hands through the leather of his shoulder.
The long cape stops at his ankles, but it's parted back over his shoulders and arms, so J can see where the fitted leather chest piece stops, where the fitted leather pants start, and where the legs of the pants dip into high black boots. He's brandishing that stock, cookie cutter mercenary look...
HELP please hassle him
By choice.
[It's ridiculous to have to try so hard to figure out where one part of him begins and where one ends because he's wrapped in so much black. By canon law, I'm supposed to inform you that despite his beautiful baby face, J can feel a fair amount of muscle under his hands through the leather of his shoulder.
The long cape stops at his ankles, but it's parted back over his shoulders and arms, so J can see where the fitted leather chest piece stops, where the fitted leather pants start, and where the legs of the pants dip into high black boots. He's brandishing that stock, cookie cutter mercenary look...
Shockingly, he has a left and a right foot!]
I'm not a dancer.