[ Ice isn't exactly the sort of thing the prince of literal hell has experienced all that much, so he's rather drawn to the rink. Even if it seems like a very, very...mortal exercise to slide around on literal blades on your feet and only use it for fun. Caliban wasn't exactly effected by intense heat or freezing cold since his body was made out literal clay, so it shouldn't have been that much of a surprise to find Caliban in his usual attire of having an open white shirt that showed off his abs and his chest as he strolled into the locker room. His long blond hair bobbing with either step as he trailed his hand along the lockers.
Caliban's been in this city of sin long enough to not be all that shocked at the more obscene noises one might come across but he does, all the same, peak his ears towards the sound as he strolls down the locker towards the redhead. His eyes flicking along the sight of the other with his hand in his pants as he stopped short of the bench and really took in the sight of Archie Andrews.
For a mortal he was...well- gorgeous. Two interested eyes took in that sharp jawline and that well defined body, and not to mention that hand slipped between the others legs.
There's a gentle smirk and chuckle at that singular fuck.]
BLADES OF GLORY
Caliban's been in this city of sin long enough to not be all that shocked at the more obscene noises one might come across but he does, all the same, peak his ears towards the sound as he strolls down the locker towards the redhead. His eyes flicking along the sight of the other with his hand in his pants as he stopped short of the bench and really took in the sight of Archie Andrews.
For a mortal he was...well- gorgeous. Two interested eyes took in that sharp jawline and that well defined body, and not to mention that hand slipped between the others legs.
There's a gentle smirk and chuckle at that singular fuck.]
Enjoying yourself, Pretty Mortal Hm?