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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 seats en route to Stelara Island<br/>Mood Music: Summer Stars –<i>Mauve</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/>"I'll buy you an outfit!" Kenji's eyes widened. Was she really going to throw a fit here, on the sidewalk on their way to the hotel? "Look, I told you we were flying first class, right? And the hotel has five stars? Did you really think that torn jeans and raggedy shoes were going to make us fit in?"<br/><br/>Oh, she was drunk. She was very, very drunk. Some small part of him was thankful that she seemed to be a happy drunk; the other kind was much too toxic. Even though she called him a teat, even though she had to say<i>his </i>name. Was Comet still such a big deal? He couldn't understand why, or at least that's what he told himself, but even he knew that was a lie.<br/><br/>When she stumbled, he almost said "I didn't do that," but caught himself in time to keep his lips sealed, sniggering into a half-closed hand instead. She was cute when she was tipsy. She was also not very careful about keeping herself upright, and he had to reach out to catch her when she seemed to stumble on a smudge on the sidewalk.<br/><br/>"You know you're supposed to stay vertical, right?"<br/><br/>The glass entry shattered suddenly, and he grabbed her by her upper arms to whip her away, noticing that it seemed to shatter away from them. Who threw whatever it was that broke that?<br/><br/>People gasped and some ducked for cover. Everyone seemed highly strung, as if a drive-by shooter had paid them a visit on Stelara Rich-Fucks' Island. "You didn't break that," Kenji turned her around and dusted a few small cubes of glass from her hair. Porters were already rushing out with brooms once they realized nothing else was going to break, and after pausing a moment so the path could be swept, Kenji guided Cloe into the lobby.<br/><br/><i>"Send champagne up, it's our anniversary and shit!" </i>Cloe demanded of their porter. Kenji began to turn her around to make sure there was no glass in her eyes when she moved towards the porter, then stumbled and fell like Bambie on ice.<br/><br/>She wasn't kidding about the expensive underwear.<br/><br/>"What an entrance," Kenji muttered.<br/><br/>That was embarrassing. Kenji shoved his hand into his pocket for his wallet to tip the poor guy, watching Cloe as she sprung up and hopped on his back. He had a literal, fucking monkey-on-his-back!<br/><br/>"Cloe!" His arms instinctively grabbed her to keep her from falling off, but she was like Velcro. It wasn't lost on him that she was all legs and heat; her body burned into the small of his back and all he could think about was how leggy she was and how<i>warm</i>her body felt.<br/><br/><i>"The fucking hotel is trying to kill me. Carry me" </i>Cloe demanding, sounding she was cheerful at least.<i> <br/>
</i><br/>"Over the threshold," he improvised. Then, "Newlyweds," he shrugged and grinned, hoping that her outlandish behavior could be explained by that one comment. He managed to flip his wallet out of his pocket (gravity helped) and fumble out a bill, extending it towards the porter as he asked him to take their bags up and set them by the beds.<br/><br/>Kenji waved the porter on. "We'll take the next lift," he said. Once the doors had closed and he saw the lights move up, Kenji pushed the button again to wait for the adjacent one.<br/><br/>If she hated cages with wings and wheels, how was Cloe going to feel about an elevator?<br/><br/>As soon as the doors opened, he checked the floor to make sure there was one. Make that mistake once and you don't do it again, no matter how quickly you can float. The carpeting pattern looked familiar, but once he stepped into the lift those thoughts were replaced by his little back-hopper. Pressing against the side wall, Kenji made Cloe's back and elevator pull towards each other so he could rotate in place and face her. He didn't mind her long legs or those boots that reached her knees, and took his time running his hands along them as he kept her in place.<br/><br/>There were some advantages to having his power, after all. As he came face to face with her, his hands sliding around to cup the tops of her thighs where they met her ass, he gave her a sultry, half-lidded smile. "Eager to get close to me, or trying to pick my pockets?" he asked, his voice low and husky. His eyes moved from her blue skies to her lips, then back. "You know, all you have to do is ask if you want me so badly."