<div class="floatleft">(http://s6.postimg.org/6cbu83e4h/Young_Silky.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Awwwwwwkwaaaaaaaaard....<br/><hr/><br/>Once it was clear that he was keeping his distance for the moment, Silky scarfed down the rest of the food with the alacrity of someone who thought they might lose it at any moment. Her stomach grumbled at her for stuffing it so quickly. A bit of a novelty really. Her stomach seemed to have less and less to say all the time. She thought it might have something to do with her powers, when she bothered to think about it at all anyway.<br/><br/><em>'Uh oh, he's getting his coat. Looks like he's leaving...'</em>It wasn't really a surprise, but her heart sank a little just the same. He seemed to tolerate her at least. His replacement might not be so accommodating.<em>'Wait, no, he's coming over! This is our last shot, arm puppy dog eyes and set misery to full!'</em><br/><br/>He just stood there, looking awkward for what seemed like ages. Silky didn't really<em>like</em>the pity-play, but the days where her likes and dislikes played a major part in how she managed to survive were long past.<br/><br/><em>How m-much?</em><br/><br/>Silky winced, more at the volume than the question itself.<em>'Geez, didn't expect him to be that forward about it.'</em>She cleared her throat, the spoke in a conversational tone that just happened to be loud enough for other's in the restaurant to hear, "Well I don't usually do commissions when I'm travelling, but I can come look at your place and give you a quote on time and materials."<br/><br/>She grabbed her sweater and gulped down the last dregs of her coffee. She was exhausted, but the all the sugar and caffeine she'd downed in the past half hour would probably get her to whatever hole in the wall Wyatt called home.<em>'I hope he has a shower...'</em>Silky scooted out of the booth and pulled her extra sweater back on, sidling up to Wyatt and murmuring so only he could hear. "Wyatt, you get me a hot shower and I'll 'hang out' as long as you want.