<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">"Well, work-wise, I'm a guitarist in a band by night and a credit adviser by day....Yeah, quite the interesting life, huh?" She playfully stuck her tongue out at him; she hated her day job...but right now, that is what paid her bills." No worries about my scheduling; I'll go get packing...I'll be just a second!" Kira got up and went to her room once more, closing the door behind her. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Kira was so happy she felt as though her nerves were shot, it kind of sent her into a giggle fit till she stopped herself, "This is so dorky of me...getting all worked up and he's acting totally fine...Calm down." As she talked to herself, Kira took out her travel back-pack and put her favorite clothes in it. Beneath the clothes and her other things...she also placed her restraints. <br/><br/><br/>No matter where she was or what she was doing, if there was a chance of turning she HAD to be ready for it. After Kira wandered around her room for a moment to see if she forgot anything, she smiled happily and left the room, her bag on her back, "Alright..I'm ready when you are Monsieur Martinez." Kira smirked and put her sunglasses on.</span>