<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Takeshi_Gunslinger.jpeg)</div><strong>Takeshi</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ItqBTh9F-EZfhKMdykvU7dR0pEGnTveGDXk-YNVkiac/edit)<br/>He didn't care too much one way or the other about the guild parties, as they always held a hint of discomfort for him. But he blamed that on his broken memory, as he felt at home with his group of friends. Tonight was a bit better though, and he'd left his gun at his quarters and instead sat with a bottle of cold cider.<br/><br/>Wearing a black leather outfit he is well aware of Ahavas gaze, but then again he was used to people watching him like a piece of meat. It didn't bother him, even though he never left the parties with anyone.<br/>"Think it'll be our turn to throw a party next time?"<br/>While he looked like a effeminate pretty boy, his voice was whiskey-coarse like he was always just out of bed.<br/>