Ghost almost laughed, but having his full length embedded in Plum's soft, tight folds proved to be a rather large distraction, so all he could manage was a harsh bark, though he was smiling.<br/>"Plum, come on, you know Kai can't--" He stopped, noticing the curious look on her face. "Oh. Nevermind. No, I'm not Kai, darling." He said, managing a harsh chuckle and pulling her down into another kiss, thrusting up into her in an effort to push his words from her mind, at least for the moment.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The thief sighed. Leaned against the building next to the restaurant where Cherry, Raz, and three people he assumed were the La'Feyal family, he felt a small smile grace his slender face. They looked so normal, laughing and carrying on over what had to be good food. Even from the ledge four floors from the ground where he had chosen to perch, through the establishment's skylight he could see them enjoying themselves.<br/>It made Mallow a little jealous, if he were completely honest with himself. He did what he had to during the day to provide for himself and C.C. (though she didn't want his help), and keep them both comfortable. It didn't leave a lot of room for a social life, other than Market's night life. Booze and dancing and irresponsible sex were all well and good, but some part of him held some hope that one day he might not be working and someone would take him to lunch. It was a simple dream, but an earnest one nonetheless.<br/>Shaking his head, the thief lifted his arm. A small hook shot from the contraption mounted on it, latching on to a building across the street. A small movement of the wrist sent Mallow soaring through the air to land on the roof of the building, another smile on his face. The Hook automatically retracted into its mechanism.<br/>The Campfire was only one of the attachments he had for his wrist mount, and this one, The Hook (simple name, if not original), afforded him much more freedom.<br/>Mallow stretched, and lined up his next shot.