<div style="text-align: center"><b>Kenji Avery – White</b><br/>
Mid-June, 2022<br/>
Early Afternoon, Manor Kitchen<br/>
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Present: Terry, Iris<br/>
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</div>There it was; that motherly, big sister laugh that relaxed Kenji's shoulders and made him feel like maybe things were going to be alright. Terry's analysis that his college days were an obvious sign that he would be broke and car-less was spot on. Kenji had always hated being in debt; he avoided it like it was a Britney Spears concert.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but grin at Terry, a touch embarrassed, mixed with gratefulness that she had forgiven him for never realizing that she suffered from her power. She had hid it well, but maybe that was more from who she was and not because she was a cop.<br/><br/>He started to reach for her credit card but pulled his hand back when she tapped it against her lips. This felt like a game of Monkey in the Middle. His brows shot up at her mention of her car being something special. He agreed; it was a vintage and classic. But her mention of it being worth a lot of money<u>to a thief</u>hurt.<br/><br/>His eyes washed left and right, nervousness threatening to fill his throat and cut off any words of defense. Did she still consider him the same street rat who stole to survive? Would he never outgrow what he had been?<br/><br/>Then she mentioned the parking lot and him emerging from the store to find her Jaguar gone, and understanding flooded over him. She was thinking of<i>other</i>thieves, not of<i>him</i>.<br/><br/>That was a relief.<br/><br/>He pivoted at his waist at Iris' voice. She was so quiet he had nearly forgotten she was back. Of all the siblings, she scared him the most. Maybe it was because she was an actual witch, or maybe it was because he feared the quiet ones. They were the ones who would do something unexpected. But she was also one of the family's babies, and though she was already a pre-teen when they first met, she was still one of the three littles who Tristan seemed to think Kenji would corrupt. He had always had to be extra careful and on his best behavior around those girls...and definitely<i>not </i>look at them too closely, lest he be accused of lusting after them.<br/><br/>"Iris," he breathed, just as Terry exclaimed that Iris' appearance was perfect. He glanced at his sister-cop and then back at his sister-witch. He didn't know who taught Iris how to drive, but it wasn't himself. "You have a car?"<br/><br/>Oof! The fact that she had a car and he did not was humiliating! His eyes took in the waif's ZCCC sweatshirt and frowned.<i>She was going to college? When had that happened?</i><br/><br/>Those thoughts were so troubling that he didn't even make a joke about Iris having a trunk and backseat. It was considered rude to have sexual thoughts about your sister, even your step-sister who was all grown up and looking like the kind of young woman who was quiet and sweet on the public-facing outside and a wildcat behind closed doors. Kenji scratched at his cheek and tried to shove that image into a closet way, way back in the darker corners of his brain.<br/><br/>He glanced over at Terry and nodded. Her idea had merit; he and Iris could tackle the grocery store together. "Yeah," he agreed, looking back at those wide pale sky eyes and the smirk that lived eternally on Iris' lips. "You think you could give me a ride?"<br/><br/><i>That</i>innuendo was completely unintended. Give him a ride, or give him her keys; either way was a win.