<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205751.msg14211019#msg14211019">Quote from: Skynet on 16-06-2018, 02:21:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I see," Rachel said as she bit her lower lip. "It would be a shame if something were to happen to you because of my...indiscretions. Perhaps if you tell me more what you were up to, I could understand how far to go before things get <em>too dangerous."</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris wavered between informing Rachel for their own mutual safety, and not revealing too much of his plans and aims to a demon.<br/><br/>“We can’t--just, dreams are, I’m still figuring this out, but be careful, don’t try anything inside--” he was half-flustered at her encouraging hand and half-relieved to have Rensha interrupt anything beyond a generic warning not to interfere with his dreams again, at least when hooked deep into the plane of dreams.  Wrapping the blanket around his chest for modesty, he gratefully took a mug and bagel from the orc and took a long sip.  “Let me get dressed and can get out of here.  I think I could use some boring class time to recover.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey there, sweety! Having any luck?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>“Help yourself, why don’t you?” he giggled.  “I think I’ve gleaned enough other clues to triangulate the final location…”  Retrieving the package and confirming their success, Kleris cheered with Artaxes, giving him a hug.  At his tender compliment, and leaning down to steal a kiss, Kleris blushed, but at the centaur’s own embarrassed stumbling, he smiled and pulled Artaxes down for another long kiss.<br/><br/>“It has been a while.  And I like forward.  I’d love to hang out again, you’re a good friend--with benefits, heh…” Kleris grinned, remembering some past dates.  “I… I think I’m Renshas’ girlfriend, but I still like having fun with you.  And if you ever have an itch to scratch, or need to practice making out, well, what are friends for?”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Rachel ran off, either to escape or cater to Rensha’s rhetorical offer, Kleris picked up the advertisement and looked it over together.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Money...job-hunting...Kleris, that gold we just got is nice, but in case it's one time thing...CUMs could use some additional income for our school-spelunking expedition."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>“I like the way you think.  And I don’t think they could resist hiring some pretty students eager to make some coin.  And I would certainly love to see you in this outfit too, heh…” giving Rensha a gentle elbow, already daydreaming between being surrounded by pretty waitress-maids and being one.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Day 97, Weekend</span></span></div><br/><strong>Study x2:</strong><em>Nondetection</em><br/><br/>With so much extracurricular activity of late, school-sanctioned or not, Kleris didn’t want to fall behind on his academic and arcane studies either.  And with so much sneaking about, it wouldn’t hurt to learn something to mask his movements, at least from magical detection.  Sequestering himself in the library with several books of abjuration and counter-divination, he settled in for a long weekend of study, theory, and practice.  He had managed not to automatically head to Marcus’ dorm to rut, and had to discipline himself to not get bored and head that way at lunch and dinner either, but would still find his mind wandering at times, his quill absently sketching large, erect, throbbing, minotaur cocks instead of notes about the book he’d been spacing out over for a half-hour.  Shaking his head to clear out the errant fantasies, he had to crumple up and throw away another wasted page and copy the notes again.<br/><br/>[Will save 15+7 = 22, success<br/>Bluff 1+17 = 18, fail]