☢ - suck-my-magrod
Blue hair played over the cushions of the couch as a certain waiter awaited his new companion to come to the apartment. When was the last time he did something like this sober with a second party who wasn’t drunk? A long time ago, that’s how long. Until the red head appeared, though, Saix just lay on his back at the apartment, cigarette between his lips as he inhaled the smoke. Drawing it away, he entertained himself by creating smoke rings, watching the drift above him before fading away. If Reno knew any better, then the red head would just let himself into the apartment room.