Solomon.

Ain't that the truth, prude as they are. I rather keep myself outta as much trouble as I can, it's a headache to deal with.

If only laws agreed with that one...💧

[And for his costume, Sol plays as the Vessel!

Literally- Ah, whatever's taking over seems to leave him in such a daze.]

(They're yelling again... 💧)

I miss her. She was beautiful. [Referring to the triple digits.]

... was the weather always this finicky? Eugh.

All the easier to size him up. Pupils into slits, fangs bared.

"Not enough to know when to back down. Maybe enough poison in your system can change that."

Slow inhale. Holding himself back.

"Nobody. Common sense would say otherwise, but guess that's in your stomach, along with whatever brains was there, pig."

"Deciding on sending some fool to the hospital for talking about me behind my back.

Nothin' much outside of that."

"Worried what your actual voice is if that was your inner voice. Best to work on that."

“... People used to start the convo with 'Hi, how are you.' Just a pointer.”

Mature themes present, explicit stuff to DMs.
Casual/Banter focus.

• Komodo Dragon/Viper hybrid. M. 28.
• Intergalactic mechanic.
• Occasional farmer.
• Possibly addled with demonic tendencies.