| [Sep. 11th, 2010|02:22 am] |
"ACK!" is not the most dignified response a Sorcerer of Atlantis can make, but it's the only one he can get out in the breath he managed to take before Iris set upon him.
It was nice to see a friendly face, in any event. He hugs her gently, looking down at her with violet eyes that might seem just a little distressed.
"Hello, Iris. I'm...gonna need those ribs in the future." he says with a chuckle. He looks down on her from six-foot-two frame, his hair longer than the last time they saw each other as well. Something about him just seems /older/ as if he's aged in more than just body since last they met.
"Are you the only one here? Did I come at a bad time?" he asks. |
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