What? Don't tell me. You're a Ziggy Stardust sort of guy.
[ he knows that look, and he's not shy in living up to the task of giving Connor a little aid. there's a tip of his chin and a little cock of his hip, showing a soft curve from beneath the folds of his heavy jacket. he makes it seem like it just comes with the body language—a sigh border-lining exaggeration, and a flick of his dark nailed fingers.
sometimes normal can totally be a guy rocking a golden horned diadem. ]
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What? Don't tell me. You're a Ziggy Stardust sort of guy.
[ he knows that look, and he's not shy in living up to the task of giving Connor a little aid. there's a tip of his chin and a little cock of his hip, showing a soft curve from beneath the folds of his heavy jacket. he makes it seem like it just comes with the body language—a sigh border-lining exaggeration, and a flick of his dark nailed fingers.
sometimes normal can totally be a guy rocking a golden horned diadem. ]