Lovable Dark-side
I might be a scarf. Who knows?
Sage walks into the small meeting room, twirling what seemed to be a bone white walking stick, a lopsided smile upon his face, yet a bored look in his eyes," I hope you called me here for a decent reason," Sage says, a hint of venom in his voice. He was in the middle of an important, lets say 'project' when he had received the call from Airi, saying that he needed to report to her. The slams the stick on the table, and straightens his red tie," I am a very busy man as you know."