He takes it back with gloved hands, folding it neatly even though it is far beyond recovery. He will just steal another from one of the patrons and make it his own later.
He pauses when she finds her voice, those yellow eyes and lithe form going deathly still as he turns his mask toward her, a curious tilt of his head. As if to say who else do you think I might be, child?
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Date: 2016-05-13 01:35 am (UTC)He pauses when she finds her voice, those yellow eyes and lithe form going deathly still as he turns his mask toward her, a curious tilt of his head. As if to say who else do you think I might be, child?