December catch all!

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⌛ Who: Kinn and OPEN
⌛ What: What's happening around town?
⌛ When: Throughout December (more starters will be added as needed)
⌛ Where: Nippon but the focus will be mainly on the Eastern Kingdom.
⌛ Warnings:...Duh. Alerts will be in the subject lines.

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For Porsche! Clearly, this one's NSFW

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Kinn still remembers very distinctly waking up without Porsche. He couldn't say waking up alone as most of his nights actually were with Riley (In the most platonic, brotherly way possible.) It wasn't the same, though. Here, he spooned his boyfriend, one hand snugged in between Porsche's legs as they slept as one lump in the bed instead of two distinctive ones.

He woke up first, as he usually did, still fuzzy from sleep and relaxed as he took in Porsche's scent. By now, he didn't have the city scent of Bangkok on him anymore (and Kinn could tell, thank you!) He decided another distinctive scent should be on him, though and Kinn moves his head slowly, tracing the shell of Porsche's ear with his nose as he breathed softly across it.

Nie Mingjue--unclean realm

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It wasn't the easiest of things to learn. Whoever said, 'all you need to do is sit and the horse does all the work,' was a fucking liar. After these... lessons, Kinn's ass was sore, his shoulders were sore, his legs were sore--but he didn't complain.

So he was back at the barn/stable, whatever one wanted to call it, brushing down the mare Mingjue was teaching Kinn to ride, letting his thoughts wander a bit as he fell into the repetitive motions.

Mafia Compound-- Fae folk and Fae pets

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It had been several days before Kinn allowed Porsche out of their bed-for lack of a better way of saying it. But they needed to come up for air and Porsche needed to figure out the lay of the bar, which meant he was there while Kinn was dealing with some paper work. He wanted to get the rest of the hotel/compound fixed up and then investigate how businesses worked around here. There was also the consideration of the black market, too. Because all the 'official' and 'legal' stuff was all a front for the plans he had to make certain they were taken care of and safe.

Currently, the things he had collected was in the process of giving him a headache-which he was not looking forward to. But his arm which was almost healed was itching like mad and he was doing his best not to itch. What he hadn't been expecting was the door to his room flinging open and a herd of dogs coming in a rush.

Kinn wasn't used to that kind of disturbance and reacted reflexively, reaching for the gun that was not in the back of his pants. Sighing in frustration, he relaxed, looking at the balls of fur now circling around him. "How the hell did you get in here?"