nolen little//mh-69 (talkthetalk) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-08-19 06:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 090, kiley |
suitable works for me
Who: Kiley & Lance, (open if anyone else wants)
When: Day 90, late afternoon
Where: Tour of the mansion
Lance leaned against the wall just beside his bedroom. Whatever substance they had used to drug and transport him to wherever - because peering out of the window proved this was not Hong Kong - still ailed him, but it was better. Now, Lance felt he could stand. Walk. Talk from his mouth. All good things.
Was he really going to believe this? Was he really going to play along?
Yes, until they all jumped out and yelled GOTCHA! Then, he would allow himself to feel shame at being taken in. Until then, he was fucking believing this.
As unbelievable as it seemed.
The good part of this was everything he’d seen within the house he now lived in seemed state of the art. It would, in a house full of white people, but hey, Lance was used to finery and he wasn’t going to complain about that. Instead, he unbuttoned the top two buttons on his white dress shirt. It was not a French cuff, thank Jesus, so his sleeves were also rolled up to his elbows.
To Lance’s mind, unbuttoned and rolled up, his shoes unshined, jeans unwashed, he looked verily like some kind of …
Oh, look, there was the woman.
“Is it you? The suitable one?” Lance asked, as the woman he thought he was meeting appeared into his view. “I thought you might be among the least offended when I ask you to take me where I want to go. But, before that, hello. I’m Lance.”
He offered his hand.