[Though Ryuzaki is Lazarus' exact opposite in a lot of ways, the eyes are the same, their piercing, attentive quality swallowing up everything in their line of sight. For someone known to respond to them and their stifling effect, it's probably fairly difficult to ignore the way he's bending every ounce of his focus on Cesar.
His laugh turns giddy as Cesar's hand falls to his shoulder, a little rougher and less coordinated than a sober man would. He accepts the invitation gladly, leading Cesar by his belt loop and weaving his way through the writing bodies comprising the crowd.
This particular club has many dark, strange, anonymous corners, some of which provide slightly more quiet and privacy than others. A few have audiences. A few have more than two participants. The one that Ryuzaki was referring to has no one, revealed when he pushes aside a heavy velvet curtain and pulls Cesar toward a vinyl-covered bench that is, as he mentioned, just the right height to bend a man over.]
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His laugh turns giddy as Cesar's hand falls to his shoulder, a little rougher and less coordinated than a sober man would. He accepts the invitation gladly, leading Cesar by his belt loop and weaving his way through the writing bodies comprising the crowd.
This particular club has many dark, strange, anonymous corners, some of which provide slightly more quiet and privacy than others. A few have audiences. A few have more than two participants. The one that Ryuzaki was referring to has no one, revealed when he pushes aside a heavy velvet curtain and pulls Cesar toward a vinyl-covered bench that is, as he mentioned, just the right height to bend a man over.]