⋆ touya

@❥ touya .ᐟ 　　⤿ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: dopamine - siiickbrain, maggie lindermann
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　　. . . sharp teeth scrape against the metal ring gleaming against pallid skin, a contrast against hanse's all-black ensemble and dark, messy hair. silver jewelry gleams everywhere, dripping from his fingers, ears, neck, wrists. his shirt is half-ed, offering a peek at the ink that swirls across his chest and disappears to be left to the imagination, lest someone is so lucky as to get him undressed.

(he'd been tempted to wear a wifebeater. he'd opted out of it, because... he's gotten enough looks on the public transport, as is.)

it's not like his person doesn't know what most of his tattoos look like, anyway. maybe not the ink over his stomach, curling under his waistband. maybe not the tattoos continuing further down his body, but touya knows about his arms and chest at least.

it feels a little strange, to be standing on touya's doorstep for the first time in a year. meeting up in person hasn't been something they could make work until now, and now standing here with a hand raised to knock, hanse is almost nervous.

(but do hanse doesn't get nervous, /so/.)

he raps smartly on the door, three quick, loud knocks before he lowers his hand and waits, one of the dark ears atop his head swiveling to pick up any sound.