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</div>Alias: Asshole / Street Rat / Raven<br/>Power: Personal Gravity<br/>Age: 26<br/>Date/Time: Early morning, 20<span style="font-size: 80%;vertical-align:super">th​</span>of June<br/>Mood Music: Free - UTAH<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/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>"Yeah, I know Frank the Shank," he arched one brow as he wondered if she was going to start comparing him to that freaky roadshow of a tweaker. Thankfully, she didn't. She dropped some good intel and brushed it off as just a crazy mo-fo's hysteria.<br/><br/>"You know, some Supers can do that kind of shit." He pulled the edge of his waistband, loosening the drawstring on his pants, and began to ease his pants over the indents of his hips. He caught Cloe glancing at him and winked. "You know I don't have any reason to lie to you," he said, his voice sultrier than it had to be for the topic they were discussing. "You can control the wind. If your dad's a Super, that explains where you got your powers from."<br/><br/><i>Don't tell her too much,</i>he reminded himself. His secret, of course, was still a secret. But eventually she'd find out. Especially if they were going to be spending any time together.<br/><br/>She seemed to be frustrated, but instead of calling him a slew of bad names she simply yanked her panties down and got into the shower. That had to be the most uninspired 'striptease' he had ever seen someone do. Where was the tease? It was all strip and no mystery.<br/><br/>Kenji sighed. He worked his workout pants over his ass and down his thighs, then used his feet to get them off his body before standing erect and looking at her.<br/><br/>"You know, I don't mind this Angry Cat side of you," he said, stepping into the shower and pulling the glass door shut. "I was hoping to see the Sexy Kitty sometime during this trip too." He reached over and peeled the paper off the soap and put the wrapper on the ledge, waiting for her to turn the water on. She had already managed to turn something else on, though it was apparent she wasn't trying to.<br/><br/>Kenji slid the soap over his broad hands, steely fingers working the later over his digits. As he did, he trailed his gaze over her body. "I like your ink," he complimented, eying the serpentine dragon thing between her breasts and wondering if that was an invitation to place his own serpentine creature along those sinuous lines.<br/><br/>As his gaze dropped to her left hip, the tip of his tongue protruded to wet the corner of his lips. "Let me soap you up. You might have cuts that need some," he cleared his throat, "tending to." His eyes washed up her body to rest on that grey, stormy gaze of hers. "I'll be gentle."