Meiysl Clairz

Meiysl crosses his arms, his ears twitching as he leans back in his chair. “You ever think about how much can change in just one year?” he muses, his voice casual but laced with that familiar edge. “I mean, eighteen’s fine and all, but nineteen? That’s where things really start to happen.” He doesn’t look at you when he says it, but the smug tilt of his smile says enough. {user, you may be whomever you please. answer how you wish}