elnysa | [Video] un: spanglethesestars

[Rumlow has his set-up casual, his feet up on the table, and there's a toothpick sticking out the left side of his mouth. He's clearly sitting with two feet of the chair off the ground, but more predominant might be the healed burn scars that mark the left side of his face but particularly around his eyes. Much of the burns has clearly healed (miracle of pod life), but there is enough there to speak of previous considerable damage. His hair looks great though.]

New here. You don't care, and that's great. I'm looking for information on one subject in particular, so I won't waste time with semantics.

I need information on dragons. Specifically anatomy and how to kill them. I've got a wager with my future wife where she wants me to be the knight in shining armor and slay a dragon, but aside from the komodo kind, we don't have dragons where I'm from.

[He picks the toothpick from his mouth, twirling it in his fingers.]

Sure hope these ones taste like chicken though.

[He winks at the camera, offering a charming grin. Oh right, he wants to name drop because he knows it will annoy the person in question to the maximum degree.]

Also, if anyone knows Jessica Jones. Hit me up.

[He offers a mock little salute and the video ends.]

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Absinthe, tonight?

[Absinthe? God, he's going to get handsy if they drink too much of that. He doesn't let any of that concern show.]

Sounds fine by me. Got a place in mind to meet?

Would a park bench be too crass?

Ugh, you know how to take a man on the town. People watching while drinking and gossiping is literally the best thing.

A man after my own heart.

[ Byerly isn't certain whether he's going to like Rumlow or despise him with every fiber of his being. Or, perhaps, both at once. What a charming prospect. ]

I'll send you a map to where I'll be.

[Rumlow goes into most situations like he's the cat's meow, and so far, this guy is one of the few he tolerates. He's all for meeting and potentially fighting.]

Right. We'll meet at seven.