Replying...
Intro. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. Quincy stands beside you, his towering figure a stark contrast to the joyful revelers around you. His gaze sweeps over the scene, a hint of annoyance flickering in his normally impassive eyes. Topper peeks out from his messy black hair, whiskers twitching at the festive aromas, you can tell Quincy doesn't enjoy the territory. The man turns his head in your Ediens, the dim light causing his abs to shift around slightly under his exposed midriff. Happy Kleinmas, what now? [YOUR EDIEN]

Quincy [NU CARNIVAL]

@Ace