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</div>Alias: Asshole / Street Rat / Raven<br/>Power: Personal Gravity<br/>Age: 26<br/>Date/Time: 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/>Kenji was grinning as he thought about what would constitute a 'nice' kiss. Before he could tell her it involved less clothes and more horizontal action, she grabbed him.<br/><br/>And then she dropped her sheet.<br/><br/>God was good. Kenji's hands went to her waist, slid along her ass and then up her back as he pulled her even tighter against his body, lips and tongue twining with hers for domination. The way she ground her mouth against his made his body flex and harden in lust. He felt her body rub against his, and as he ground against her, he was sorry he had already put on his boxers.<br/><br/>Just as he was about to reach down and lift her up to encourage her legs to wrap around his hips, he felt her pull away. The space between them grew too cold, too quickly. Before he was ready she started to tell him the number, leaving Kenji to scramble for his phone. He dialed, put it on speaker, and heard the phone ring three times before it clicked to a man's voice telling him to leave a message.<br/><br/>"That's not your dad's voice?" he asked, dialing the number again. He received the same three rings and the same voice message. "Maybe he's not picking it up because he doesn't recognize my number," Kenji said, texting the number with a quick message and hitting 'send.'<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>"I don't know about your father, but you just proved the theory that you don't have superpowers wrong." He tossed his phone on the bed and began to pull on his other clothes, figuring any chance of sexy-time was long gone. He supposed it was a Godsend; his shaft was getting achy from being teased to life and then told to go back to bed over and over, and it didn't take much for Cloe to get him roused again.<br/><br/><i>'Stupid sexy brat,' </i>he thought to himself, as he pulled a long sleeved grey Henley over his head. He slipped on some brown boots and grabbed a jacket, then checked that he had everything he needed in his pockets: wallet, phone, flashlight, scanner. He was good to go.<br/><br/>It wouldn't be far-fetched to say that Kenji was in a foul mood. Shower interrupted, and far too many mixed messages were making his head spin. Not to mention –<br/><br/>Someone knocked on the door. "Room service!" the voice on the other side called out.<br/><br/>Sure enough, when Kenji pulled open the door a staff member was there with a rolling tray of food. The man was picking up a tray of champagne, presumably last night's, and looking quizzically at Kenji and beyond. It took a few moments of discussion back and forth before the man took the tip that Kenji held out to him and let the guest roll the cart into the room himself. Once the befuddled staff left and the door was closed, Kenji felt the full weight of his hunger hit him.<br/><br/>"Let's eat, then go." They had a lot of daylight left to burn; if he was going to get kicked off the island, he wanted to be full at least.