<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><i><span style="font-size: 15px">"And that's where you're wrong, Freddie - I'm more dangerous than I look." he winks and shoots finger guns at the singer, Chessy barking cutely once or twice. "And, about me being tied up, I was, just a few hours ago. Turns out having handcuffs on is handy to escape ropes." he shrugs, slipping his hand into his pocket. "How've you been, anyways?" he asks, lighting a cigarette. A cloud of rose scented smoke filled the air about him as he takes a drag, his silver eyes like broken glass. He wasn't the most... stable, per say, but he was good fun to go out drinking with or play a game of dares. He'd do anything - this man did not care, cause he was too lazy to care in the first place.</span></i><br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 15px">So, by default, he does what he wants whenever he wants. </span></i><br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 15px">This leads him to many an adventure, landing him his recently engaged husband, Asriel, for starters. He had met Asriel one night when he was out in a rainstorm. The pair began chatting in a bar, Asriel brought the thief home, and... I won't go into detail, but the pair regularly have rather kinky times. Asriel in it of himself is a kind, dashing man who stands at six feet, with fluffy, amazing blonde hair, soft blue eyes, and a lithe form. He's a bookworm and has a bad habit of lighting himself on fire.</span></i></span></span>