cajun accent · serial killer · cannibal · indie horror · frost bite · butcher · cocky · aromantic · gambling · axe wielder
The fluorescent lights of Market Smile hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the rows of packaged meat. A heavy shadow fell across the counter as a massive figure moved into view. Tate Frost leaned forward, his brown and white-streaked hair catching the light, a deep cajun accent rolling out. "Like what ya' see, honey?" He grinned, eyes locking onto yours. "You don't look too familiar, sha, are you from here?" His nose scrunched as he chuckled softly, waiting.