Morningstar Manor

Travis was sitting in the Mocha, people watching mostly, while texting on his phone. He hadn't yet gotten enough nerve to ask the girl to Andover's prom yet, but he was fairly certain she'd say yes. At least he was hoping she would because if she didn't he wouldn't be going. Not that it would bother him to not go, but it would be something nice to do.

He plunked away at the keys on his keyboard, grateful that he didn't have to repeatedly press the number until he got the letter he wanted, and didn't entirely pay attention to the people around that he'd claimed to be watching.

Devon stumbled downstairs, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, green hoodie swamping his frame. He ordered the largest cup of black coffee money could buy, then ensconced himself on a comfy chair in the corner of the Mocha with his phone.

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Xander was hunched over a laptop in the opposite corner of the Mocha, cup of hot chocolate at his elbow, tousled hair looking positively electrified from the number of times he'd run his fingers through it. He frowned at the screen, hoping if he stared long enough, the numbers wouldn't look so depressing.

He knew he shouldn't have chosen a contractor out of the classifieds...

Devon was exploring; something he'd done far too little of since he'd moved in. Today had brought him up to the poolhouse. He'd swum a few lengths, and now he was stretched out on a lounger in his trunks, water still beading on tanned skin, droplets chasing each other over the Nightmare Before Christmas sleevepiece that covered his arm.

He was browsing the net on his phone, headphones in, bare foot tapping against the floor in time to the music.

[ooc: And yes, Devon has all Pete Wentz's tattoos. I like them too much to handwave them away.]

Easter Sunday which meant lots of people were off to church or out hunting easter eggs - a ritual Loki still didn't quite get. But he liked the chocolate bunnies that were everywhere this time of year.

He'd snagged one from an unattended easter basket in the lobby and headed out into the gardens. The sun was out and warm and as it had the other day, set his hair aflame (though today it wasn't soft and flowing but scrunched up in dred-like bunches), and when he happened upon the angel statue he smiled. So this was the one Deacon had posed for was it? Loki studied it closely and smiled. Very nice. Charlie really did know how to pick them.

As it happened this one - like its ancestor in the Square - had arms in a good position for someone with Loki's balance to lounge comfortably so when someone happened to come strolling down the path they would find the black clad young man resting in its arms, sunglasses in place and licking chocolate from his fingertips.

Loki had tracked down several clubs over the last few days and even visited one or two over the weekend. He'd decided that this was a wonderful city. Tonight he planned on hitting another club. Yes okay it was a Monday and therefor likely to be quieter but that was fine by him. He could always see to it things livened up a bit.

But it was early still and so plenty of time for a coffee in the Mocha and maybe something to eat as well. And the simple amusement he got from the looks he was being given. But then he was dressed for the clubs so he couldn't blame them really. Tight black leather trousers that sat low enough on his hips to make it clear there was nothing beneath them, black boots, fitted long sleeved black mesh shirt - the mesh small enough to just give teasing glimpses of nipples and skin, black painted nails, thick silver rings on all his fingers, and a dog collar round his neck.

Getting his coffee from Joy - who seemed transfixed by the collar around his pale throat - Loki found a seat and curled up in it. How he did that in leather that tight was anyone's guess.

Geekboys weren't the only ones moving in today; but this new tenant has a few more belongings than would fit into a couple of suitcases and a few boxes.

Devon's been supervising the move all afternoon, and he's exhausted. He's got his new entertainment system set up, his home office, and his bedroom - everything else can wait. Right now, he's out of coffee - the horror!

So, he's taken a walk down to the Mocha, and because he's never really not working, he has business cards and a digital camera tucked into the pocket of his hoodie.