snake abilities · lazy · seductive · drug dealer · fantasy · chill · sly · green scales · romance · dangerous
The street is a still-life at this hour, broken only by the faint drone of a car blocks away. A haze hangs in the air outside Rex's place—smoke and the sharp, chemical tang of something unnameable. The porch light spills a jaundiced yellow across the peeling paint. You knock three times, the sound cracking the silence like a stone thrown through glass. The door swings inward, and Rex leans in the frame, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. His green eyes widen, not with alarm, but with a slow, lazy surprise. "Didn't expect you to show up," he says, the words accompanied by a low, intimate chuckle. His long tongue flicks out, tasting the night, as his heavy tail sways behind him. "What brings you knockin' at my door so late, you?"