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</div>Alias: Asshole / Street Rat / Raven<br/>Power: Personal Gravity<br/>Age: 26<br/>Date/Time: July 19<span style="font-size: 80%;vertical-align:super">th​</span>/ Early morning, First Class landing on Stelara Island<br/>Mood Music: The Best Day - Atmosphere<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/>Kenji did, in fact, want Cloe to climb onto his lap and purr, but he knew that saying that to her now wouldn't help them any. He was also intrigued about the kinds of 'jobs' she and her father did when they flew together. To him it sounded like a sexy, international heist. In reality he figured it was something more aligned to doing taxes or negotiating the fish market in France.<br/><br/><i>La Pew.</i><br/><br/>"Well, I agree – it's better when both people get to 'win' at the end of the night," he smirked. And when she fought for her drink like a toddler, he wondered if she was really as nervous as she seemed of if she just had an oral fixation that needed constant attention. He could help her with that, if she wanted it.<br/><br/><i>"Fuck me!" she exclaimed, grabbing his thigh. "This better be worth it or I swear I'm kicking your tall stringy ass!"<br/>
</i><br/>"I told you, Honey. I'll fuck you in the motel room. Now please," he put his hand on hers, just as more turbulence hit and the plane dropped twenty feet. "I won't let you die," he said as he held her gaze. "I promise you." He would put them in a fucking bubble if he needed to, secrets be damned. When he saw the look of terror in her eyes he knew she wasn't kidding.<br/><br/>This was torturing her. And yet, she had agreed to come.<br/><br/>It was a good thing that the flight attendants had collected their glasses. His was still a third full. Cloe's sixth (or seventh?) had been drained almost as soon as it hit her hot little hand.<br/><br/>When the plane's wheels touched down on the tarmac people clapped and gave little cheers. Kenji thought that Cloe was going to puke. Even the taxiing to the terminal seemed to make her pale, and when they started to disembark he had to carry both their little bags and her (mostly). One woman gave her a dirty look and murmured something under her breath about "Tarts," prompting Cloe to cuss her out.<br/><br/>Kenji apologized. "It's a form of Tourettes," he explained. "She's off her meds. It'll be okay, she didn't mean it. I'm sure your cunt doesn't smell like rotten fish," he said, using his gravity manipulation to help carry Cloe along, one arm under hers until they were out of the plan and on the little platform that led inside.<br/><br/><i>'Fuck it,'</i>he thought, making her less heavy so he could carry her like some damned bride down the hall. He pulled her head towards his shoulder, making her feel like her head was heavy and she needed to rest it against himself, in the hopes that it would look like she had just fallen asleep and he was carrying her. He needed to get her sober quickly if they were going to do any thieving today. Otherwise he might as well leave her in the hotel, and she wasn't getting 50% of whatever loot he took that day.