Who: Myles & Kian Where: Kian's Office When: Afternoon What: Myles wants to help...and maybe get punished for a job well done?
He had been looking for excuses to spend a bit more time in Kian's office than he should have. Myles had been working overtime, doing paperwork, giving Kian everything from special errand runs to offers for back rubs, which of course were turned down. But now was a better opportunity.
Myles had been thrilled to even note that Kian was out of coffee and needed more. It may not have been what Myles wanted, but he would settle for it. He didn't know that Kian knew exactly what Myles had wished for. After all, he had confessed to his personal boss that he was perfectly willing to allow Travers to sustain himself off of Myles' life force.
And now Myles was opening the office door, today dressed in a plain black teeshirt and a pair of tight maroon pants and a pair of equally maroon sunglasses balanced up on his head, pushing his snowy hair back into a messy spiky style. He set down the extra coffee beans and mixtures down with Kian's coffee machine, and carried the full mug over to Kian's desk on a platter and set it down. "Here we go, Sir. Sorry it took a bit. I had to run downstairs to the kitchen to get cream." He smiled a little, offering Kian cream and sugar.