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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/>At first he thought this might work out. But then she commented on his name, then his looks, and he flinched around his eyes.<br/><br/><i>Ouch! </i>Funny looking? Seriously?<br/><br/>Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. "Cloe. Nice. Cloe Perez-Inata has a nice ring to it. What's your middle name? Maria-Elizabeth-Constantinia-Virginia-Annabelle-Louise?" he asked, making fun of the way that Spaniards liked to have impressively long names.<br/><br/>As they made their way to check-in he decided to answer spice with spice. She threatened him over first class, and he shot her a sweet smile, arching his brows and projecting his voice so their conversation wasn't as private as it could have been. "Oh Baby Cakes, after that blowjob you gave me last night, I'm taking you first class<i>all</i>the way."<br/><br/>He made sure to step away lest she decide to punch him, and caught sight of an older woman shooting them both the glare-of-death.<i>'So what?'</i>he thought.<i>'Not like she's never sucked dick in her life.'</i>He turned his genteel smile on the older woman and waggled his brows, causing her to flush and look away.<br/><br/><i>'That's what I thought,'</i>he crooned internally.<br/><br/>Once they checked their larger bags on and were called onto the flight he let Cloe choose whether she wanted the window seat or the aisle. "I've never flown before. On a plane," he mentioned. He shoved the little carry on bag under the seat before him and stretched out in the recliner-like seat, noting that it was real leather.<i>'Nice.'</i><br/><br/>"A double? Didn't the doctor tell you not to drink so much after your gastric bypass, darling?" Kenji ordered a simple lager and grinned at his seat mate. "And you know it's not going to help those scars from the plastic surgery I paid for. It cost me a lot of money to make you look that good," he teased, still bitter about her "funny looking comment."