discord what up homie

[ it's unexpected - the randomized person popping up on his phone, he was hoping for a stranger. tristan came here to have a good time and he's honestly feeling so attacked right now. attacked because the face is familiar, the name is familiar, in fact it sets a little pit of guilt in his stomach because the magic coursing through him almost definitely feels a little crusty. but it also lends him a surge of excitement. someone else familiar, someone who knows their world inside out just like he does.

tristan had been bundled up rather neatly before entering autonomy, but after shedding coat and scarf, he's unafraid to bare tattoos - both his and the city's. sure, there's fear up top, but this? well fuck it all here. he's a lithe thing in black with a shirt whose neck dips low enough to bare breastbone and the thin purple line that marks its way up his throat and bobs with the dip of his adam's apple.

he walks towards the place where gray is seated, heels sparking faintly on the floor as he takes the chair with one tattooed hand and twirls it around without consequence, seating himself backwards in it. he drapes his arms over it, resting chin on them with a faint smile as he sets his communicator down. ]

Uh... hey.

[ smooth as fuck, thy name is tristan clark. ]

This doesn't really seem like your scene, Gray.