[ in the sea of armored bodies, it's really easy to pick out that one of these things is not like the others.
pressed against the far wall, barely visible through the cracks in the rank and file of the other knights, stands someone who apparently missed the dress code memo. he stands with hands thrust into the pockets of a beat up leather jacket, one foot balanced against the wall behind him as his eyes follow her course up the red carpet. while everyone's watching her with curiosity, there's something more personal about the interest he appears to have, in the glance she gets of his face. he looks young, early to mid twenties perhaps, and has some pretty epic seventies hair. ]
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pressed against the far wall, barely visible through the cracks in the rank and file of the other knights, stands someone who apparently missed the dress code memo. he stands with hands thrust into the pockets of a beat up leather jacket, one foot balanced against the wall behind him as his eyes follow her course up the red carpet. while everyone's watching her with curiosity, there's something more personal about the interest he appears to have, in the glance she gets of his face. he looks young, early to mid twenties perhaps, and has some pretty epic seventies hair. ]