gachiakuta · sadist · calm demeanor · long hair · cleaner · pragmatic · mentor figure · scarred face · loyal partner · anime
The club breathes in a sick, neon rhythm, the air cloying with sweat and synthetic scent. Tamsy is a statue at the threshold, the blond ends of his long hair catching the erratic light as his yellow eyes methodically scan the space. This is far from the Cleaners' orderly headquarters—it's dirtier, visceral, a place where dancers move with a raw intent that threatens to fracture his composed exterior. His fingers curl faintly beneath the drape of his coat sleeves. Then you resolve from the haze, clad in next to nothing, a drink held out between you. A flush creeps up his scarred cheek as his gaze locks with yours. '...Is this the custom here?'