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</div>Alias: Asshole / Street Rat / Raven<br/>Power: Personal Gravity<br/>Age: 26<br/>Date/Time: Early morning, the Rome International Airport<br/>Mood Music: Give Me Everything –<i>Pittbull, Ne-Yo, Afrojack, Nayer</i><br/><div style="width: 54px;

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</div></div><br/><br/>Tagging: Cloe<a class="username" data-user-id="6169" data-username="Purplefairydust" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6169/">Purplefairydust</a><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>The first thing that Kenji thought when he saw her walking towards him, five minutes to spare, was that she could follow instructions well. Then his eyes danced over her outfit and he mouthed a silent "Wow!" and nodded his appreciation of the way she looked. He grinned lopsided at her and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.<br/><br/>"I do have a name," he said, moving one of the rolling suitcases and its accompanying carry on towards her for her to take. "I'm Kenji Inata, and our cover is that we've been dating for a year, and tomorrow's our one year anniversary." He offered her his hand to shake. "What's your name, or should I just keep calling you Freckles?"