An Unlikely Meeting

[Hemlocke]

☠ Barrier Gate, Coronado

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King didn't look her way, but it became obvious he was listening the whole time when he turned his gaze back to her when she finished talking. He took the glass in gloved hand and raised it toward his face before realizing his helmet was still on. Indicating that wearing his helmet was basically second nature by this point, he let out a displeased and low huff, placing the glass back down. He looked back toward the rowdy group one last time before both hands reached up, his thumbs curving inward and pressing up into sockets just under the jaw before there was a click, and the outer portion of his domed helmet came off. Revealing jet black hair with hints of grey and white scattered around likely from stress as it was revealed he too was young. There were metal mechanisms and slots outlining his angular jawline which was covered seemingly by some sort of frame that held his helmet. He placed his helmet down and looked up to Freya, he had only a few slashes on his face from close calls, a scar trailed from the left point on his upper lip, around the left side of his nose and up to his left eye, stopping just before the eyelid. His eyes, a deep hazel with flecks of forest green. His face clean shaven likely due to the frame he wore for his helmet, and his hair was short, a bit matted from the helmet but it didn't travel far, swept mostly to the left and falling just a bit over the respective eye and ear. "Pick a fight here, face a pack of them outside."

King agreed with Freya's assessment, lifting his glass again to his lips before tipping it ever so slightly to take a sliver of a sip, his eyes glancing back to the bar as he does so, before placing the glass back down on the table, keeping his hand wrapped around it. Seems that he planned on nursing it rather than downing it. Likely due to the tension in the air.

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