hy the fuck was it so cold? Last thing he remembered he was getting cozy with this one chick in his quarters on the Astral Magus, getting his drink on. Though admittedly he might've had a few too many already, even for him. Then he went to the bathroom. For some reason he decided for the public one and then... then everything was blank. Wait... public lavatory?
Goddamnit Rayan and those fucking floorboards he kept screwing with.
As Damien wiped some snow off of his face, he realized what had happened. He had no doubt broken through the lavatory's floor and ended up tumbling to the ground from way up in the sky. Where the fuck was he, anyway? It was cold as shit, snow everywhere the eyes could see. Was this... Seracier? Holy shit. Why the hell was he in Seracier?
No, you know what, scratch that. He didn't care. He needed some booze to wash this bullshit experience away. Ugh. Even the cigarettes in his coat's pockets were wet. Well that was just brilliant.
Groaning, Damien got to his feet, shielding his face from the unrelenting snowstorm he was smack dab in the middle of. Wonderful. Taking in the sights, he managed to make out a rundown shack of a house a small trek away from his current position, so he quickly made his way towards it.
As soon as he was there, Damien scanned the building up and down, clicking his tongue in the realization that there was definitely no one there. Sighing, Damien figured he might as well take shelter there until this fucking storm blew over. Or, well, at least until he was dry and warm. Then he could probably make his way back towards the Astral Magus which, he assumed, was a good distance away and still in the air. He surely didn't want to catch pneumonia or any similar shit.
Now, Damien was naturally a very quiet mover. So when he entered the house, it came as no surprise that the individual who, for some strange reason, was already there didn't notice his presence. Taking into account that this did look like a house you'd read about in a horror novel, Damien could only grin at the opportunity that presented itself for him.
Damien engaged the powers granted to him by his demonic contract, the whites of his eyes turning pitch black, giving him a rather ominous contrast between red and black, and crept up behind the other occupant of the house that honestly felt like it was about to crumble down on top of itself.
"Boo." The pirate breathed out from behind the guy, standing at a good foot taller than him, glaring at him with wide eyes.
This ought to be priceless.
└ Tags-- @Yuki
└ Notes-- If you're wondering about his eyes, think Tokyo Ghoul; it's literally that