THAT GREEN GENTLEMAN | open, intro / face painting !!

[FUBUKI]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]There was some surprise in the male's expression as he stumbled across the former captive and his setup. He'd never expected someone from another group to realise the errors of their ways without a change of heart someone down the line, he didn't think Pierce would've had one given how petrified he'd been of everyone. The other had seemed like someone who didn't want to be around any Ascendants, yet here the serval was, offering some generous Halloween gifts. Perhaps it was a little suspicious, perhaps it was just an act to get intel and betray the star-gazers' trusting dispositions, but with the chance that the other was genuinely more content being here than with the murderers, he'd stop his caution from showing. Sliding closer, the young adult sat down in front of the bootleg booth, staring neutrally at the other for some time.

Hardly a child anymore, the lack of giddy excitement anywhere in his body language or expression should've been expected, but some part of him was still a little happy to be getting some 'make-up' on. Harmless and fun, there wasn't really a point in denying it lest he wanted to preserve his rarely used pride. "Get creative," the Guardian confirmed what he wanted, nodding his head politely in greetings. Truthfully he had no ideas for Halloween costumes, perhaps another's design would inspire some creativity within him. "Name's Ren, by the way," an ebony ear flicked, smiling slightly in anticipation. "Why not go back home?".