<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Fuchsia Fox and an Artifact Absent</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9BmMCGl.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>December 25th, 2018 | 8:30PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Indigo Lounge<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Toshiro<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Let’s drink the night away<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Classy as usual (https://i.imgur.com/sUMHI7S.jpg)<br/><br/>Albion raised his eyebrow at Toshiro’s comment. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything with your girlfriend. She seems kinda stiff.” Because spending the Christmas with an old statue was so much better than being alone. He returned back to his own dark thoughts, just listening the jazz music and letting grey smoke escape from between his lips. His green eyes followed the small cloud as it rose higher before starting to evaporate in the air. The man left the cigarette at side of his mouth and lifted his freshly filled glass, holding it with his fingertips, slowly rotating and observing how the brown liquid circled at the bottom of the glass. Albion seemed to be completely absorbed in comfort of his smoke and drink before he was pulled back to reality by Toshiro’s words.<br/><br/>Lazily he turned to look at the dark haired man. “That’s one right from two. You shouldn’t brush off me that easily.” His green eyes looked at the statue in his hand. For someone who had clearly enjoyed from some drinks before his eyes focused still surprisingly well. On the other hand Albion was a experienced drinker. A small, or even medium, amount of alcohol wasn’t to mess this veteran drinker’s head. At most it would give him a pleasant fuzzy feeling, but to wipe out everything he wanted to drown in a bottle it needed more than couple glasses. He took the cigarette between his fingers and gently tapped ash from its head into a ashtray made of thick black glass.<br/><br/>“Your secret of having a creepy girlfriend is safe with me. I can see that you want to tell me more about this…” His free hand touched the hand holding the statue, his warm fingers sliding over Toshiro’s back of hand and reaching down to his wrist. It was such a simple, innocent move, but at the same time it felt like something much more as Albion’s eyes stared into Toshiro with such a unwinced way, almost like challenging him into something. “So tell me. I will listen you.” His voice was a bit softer and deeper, bordering a pleasant bedroom voice. It was impossible to tell when it had happened, but it felt like he had came closer. His tall, athletic body was closer to Toshiro, his lips not far from his. And that cursed piercing stare which felt like it left Toshiro naked in front of him. “Are those gems real or just shiny glass?”<br/>