Kane Reilly (theyloveme) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-02-07 21:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: davian rivera, character: kane reilly, character: paxton rivera, location: kitsune dorm |
thread: why can't we be friends?
WHO: Kane Reilly, Paxton Rivera, Davian Rivera
WHERE: Kitsune House, Kane's new digs.
WHEN: Now, February 7th
WHAT: Confrontation with the demons.
WARNINGS: ...TBD. Sexual innuendo for sure.
Kane would give St. Margaret's two pieces of credit right off the bat, because he was feeling generous: the grounds were rather splendid and it was far more interesting and secretive than he expected. There were few things that made his eyes light up more than having something juicy to hide; well, outside of a decent sized orgies. He supposed those days were likely behind him now that he was out of Vegas. Pity. On the other hand it meant a whole new buffet to pluck from, and he did love trying out a good tasting menu. His meeting with Ms. Menides was fascinating, a beautiful older woman he knew his charms would do nothing on, and yet the compliments from his lips were all sincere. Power was sexy, and she was the power on this campus. But alas, it was not to be. Now he was just attempting to move in properly. He perhaps brought a few too many things with him, but he didn't like the decor much on his room. He hired people to move for him, so at the moment Kane was comfortably lounging in a chair by his door. His leg was crossed over the other, ankle to knee, his suit expensive and colorful, far more than most people would think fashionable and yet he seemed completely at ease in it. I have the best news to tell you, he typed into Snapchat, to one of his mother's many ghost accounts. It was their easiest way to communicate without his father having proof. Kane tried to think of the right words when the lead mover stopped next to him. He was red faced and a little sweaty, and not because anything was particularly heavy. It was an unconscious inevitability when one traveled for any length of time with a lust demon. Kane smiled at the man, who had somehow lost his wedding ring between the time he started working and this minute. The young demon observed him thoughtfully before handing a check over, their fingers brushing. The man looked at him desperately, but Kane merely gestured for him to go. Not the type of fish he was looking to reel in. Satisfied at his new room, albeit only temporarily, he shut the door and pocketed his phone, planning on going to find what dishes were about to be served. He glanced up at the sound of coming feet, and oh look who it was. Right on time. |