[his passing catches the eyes of several people. they lift their faces to observe; some seem transfixed by him, others barely notice before the pool casts shards of gold into their fields of view, drawing them back into their own little thoughts and conversations.
up close, Tonic smells like old medicines. dried herbs left in sandalwood boxes, perhaps, or the incense traditionally burned alongside them. some would say it's a bit much--but others would say it's better to smell strongly of tea leaves than smelling like the wet earth and cold stone.
he has an attractive good side. he's got a slender face with dark, heavy makeup around his eyes. expert contouring work to really keep those angles sharp. it also brings his bad side into contrast as he turns his head to look at the man approaching, fixing both mismatched eyes on the not-quite-stranger.
after glancing over Tek once more, perhaps more for the performance than any actual gathering of information, he plucks the cigarette from his mouth to give the dragon a lopsided smirk.]
Hah, well. That depends on who you ask, sweetheart.
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up close, Tonic smells like old medicines. dried herbs left in sandalwood boxes, perhaps, or the incense traditionally burned alongside them. some would say it's a bit much--but others would say it's better to smell strongly of tea leaves than smelling like the wet earth and cold stone.
he has an attractive good side. he's got a slender face with dark, heavy makeup around his eyes. expert contouring work to really keep those angles sharp. it also brings his bad side into contrast as he turns his head to look at the man approaching, fixing both mismatched eyes on the not-quite-stranger.
after glancing over Tek once more, perhaps more for the performance than any actual gathering of information, he plucks the cigarette from his mouth to give the dragon a lopsided smirk.]
Hah, well. That depends on who you ask, sweetheart.