Rafe Keppora
A Dollar A Day
Throwing his bag down at the door, Rafe was pleasantly surprised to see the entrance unlocked.
So would whichever Spice Addict wanted revenge, or Yula Perl if his old buddy has left any dirty laundry behind, but luckily enough for the newly knighted man his current guest was only mildly hostile.
A dumb grin covered his face as he threw the door open and raced in, finding his target as soon as his eyes rest upon the dark messy hair of his target. Rafe ignored whatever common sense told him the man might respond to heavy boots clamoring across his floor with violence and prepared his own instead, winding his arm back.
"Hey, Cor."
The words would touch the man's ear roughly the same time his fist did.
So would whichever Spice Addict wanted revenge, or Yula Perl if his old buddy has left any dirty laundry behind, but luckily enough for the newly knighted man his current guest was only mildly hostile.
A dumb grin covered his face as he threw the door open and raced in, finding his target as soon as his eyes rest upon the dark messy hair of his target. Rafe ignored whatever common sense told him the man might respond to heavy boots clamoring across his floor with violence and prepared his own instead, winding his arm back.
"Hey, Cor."
The words would touch the man's ear roughly the same time his fist did.