A place for every thing and every thing in its place. Blake fucking hated coming to visit Sen at home, even if it gave him some curious pleasure to move little things. Moving them so that Sen would find it necessary to move things back. Petty, he knew it completely, as he walked from the living room into the bedroom a cigarette unlit between his fingers.

The message had said that the time of skulking was over. And they were supposed to meet at the usual place. Well, that would be about now and Blake was no where near the usual place. No, he was walking around in Sen's apartment making himself comfortable. Sen would be coming back soon enough, probably as soon as he realized that he'd been stood up. And Blake would be waiting for him, just waiting for him to get home.

Cold fingers ran long the top of the bed sheets before leaning over to get a good whiff of the bed. Sterile with just a slight undertone of sex. Hm. He had been sleeping with someone apparently. Maybe that yummy little bit Elisa. She'd been good when he had her. Delicious when he'd drained her and nearly left her for dead. Perfection.

He put his cigarette between his lips and lit it, taking a deep breath and then blowing the nicotine loaded smoke onto the bedclothes. His presence would be obvious when the shapeshifter came back into his home. After all, they didn't smoke the same cigarettes. Then he took of his shoes and climbed into the bed, lying out and waiting for his friend to return. This was going to be an interesting evening.