Mar. 13th, 2019
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throwscurves"Yeah, yeah," Diego calls back over his shoulder as he pushes his way into what he thinks is the boiler room. "I'll hit it when I do the locker room later, Al. I'm a little busy just now."
Enter one Diego Hargreeves, dressed in black, domino mask in place, with throwing knives strapped to basically every available surface. He keeps his left hand clamped tight over the bit of cloth he's holding over the cut on his upper right arm. Glancing around the room, he proceeds cautiously toward the bar.
It's weird, sure, but Diego has a high tolerance for weird.
Enter one Diego Hargreeves, dressed in black, domino mask in place, with throwing knives strapped to basically every available surface. He keeps his left hand clamped tight over the bit of cloth he's holding over the cut on his upper right arm. Glancing around the room, he proceeds cautiously toward the bar.
It's weird, sure, but Diego has a high tolerance for weird.
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Mar. 13th, 2019 06:38 pmwayward_sunThe Devil is in an excellent mood tonight.
Sharply dressed, pleasantly buzzed (though that was bound to last all of seventy seconds), and in just the right mood to people watch at Milliways.
He is lounging at the Bar with a drink and an assortment of salty nibbles.
He might share.
Sharply dressed, pleasantly buzzed (though that was bound to last all of seventy seconds), and in just the right mood to people watch at Milliways.
He is lounging at the Bar with a drink and an assortment of salty nibbles.
He might share.
