Week Fifteen: Friday
Who: kNock and Kissy
What: A Date! Dinner and Dancing
Where: Pyrrhus to start (or as Kissy calls it pieazarra), and then on to Heaven
When: Seven sharp
Two classes and one club. That was all the imp currently shared with the object of his desire. There might have been more, had the fae not been taking classes about glamour and flying. Knock had no excuse for taking any of those. Instead he took Painting and Combat, both of which intense concentration would be considered good, not "creepy". Besides, in painting and dance he could ask Kissy's advice and show appreciation for her creativity. In combat he was sure to spot her, and to catch her before she fell. Not that she was doing much falling, as graceful as she was.
And anyone who noticed the intense way the imp watched the fae would have have no reason to question that he did so out of a desire to learn or else to help her.
Tonight however, it was her time to help him. Knock was not kidding about not being a skilled dancer. So why was he even in the dance club? Well that much was obvious, at least to him. Hopefully not to anyone else. Though honestly, he was aware that his motive might be transparent to any other male in the club. Though those others as week in dance as himself would be just as guilty, joining for the same reason. The girls.
Nothing wrong with that really.
Besides, as he'd hoped, Kissy was only too happy to help him with his footwork. If all went according to plan, eventually she'd be just as eager to help him out with his hand work, and anything else he asked of her.
A few minutes before seven he arrived inside Zephir House. Any who saw him step out of the shadows and into the Common room just assumed someone had let him in. They were right of course, but that someone was him. It was his typical mode of travel and Knock never let on that he was not supposed to be exactly where he was. Rarely did anyone ever question. Attitude really was everything. He waited in silence, looking about the room as though he'd never seen it before, while always keeping a watchful eye toward the stairway just beyond the room entrance.
Not that there was any real need to look so hard. All he had need to do was to smell the air. He did this too... naturally. And the fae of course, did not disappoint. Did she ever?
What: A Date! Dinner and Dancing
Where: Pyrrhus to start (or as Kissy calls it pieazarra), and then on to Heaven
When: Seven sharp
Two classes and one club. That was all the imp currently shared with the object of his desire. There might have been more, had the fae not been taking classes about glamour and flying. Knock had no excuse for taking any of those. Instead he took Painting and Combat, both of which intense concentration would be considered good, not "creepy". Besides, in painting and dance he could ask Kissy's advice and show appreciation for her creativity. In combat he was sure to spot her, and to catch her before she fell. Not that she was doing much falling, as graceful as she was.
And anyone who noticed the intense way the imp watched the fae would have have no reason to question that he did so out of a desire to learn or else to help her.
Tonight however, it was her time to help him. Knock was not kidding about not being a skilled dancer. So why was he even in the dance club? Well that much was obvious, at least to him. Hopefully not to anyone else. Though honestly, he was aware that his motive might be transparent to any other male in the club. Though those others as week in dance as himself would be just as guilty, joining for the same reason. The girls.
Nothing wrong with that really.
Besides, as he'd hoped, Kissy was only too happy to help him with his footwork. If all went according to plan, eventually she'd be just as eager to help him out with his hand work, and anything else he asked of her.
A few minutes before seven he arrived inside Zephir House. Any who saw him step out of the shadows and into the Common room just assumed someone had let him in. They were right of course, but that someone was him. It was his typical mode of travel and Knock never let on that he was not supposed to be exactly where he was. Rarely did anyone ever question. Attitude really was everything. He waited in silence, looking about the room as though he'd never seen it before, while always keeping a watchful eye toward the stairway just beyond the room entrance.
Not that there was any real need to look so hard. All he had need to do was to smell the air. He did this too... naturally. And the fae of course, did not disappoint. Did she ever?