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Monday afternoon, 12:35 PM. The sun breezes over the sky above as cool winds bathe over the South American city. Midday has just arrived. Temps: 20C/68F lows and 29C/84 highs.
skin credit goes to miss texas, custom structure scripts go to black, and the toggle cbox goes to subdevo. credit for mini profile goes to bee.
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Toque de Magia
Posted: Mar 14 2018, 09:14 PM
it's morphing time
"I'd like that very much..."
Steel flashes in the demon's eyes. (You're mine.) While possessive thoughts churn away in his skull, Max offers Tariq a bashful smile. "Me too."
"We can swap numbers and figure out the details... I'm sure the shop-keep will be back any minute now anyway."
"Oh," he echoes, "without a doubt." Before he can spout off one of his three numbers (each one serves a different purpose) Max hears footsteps and pauses. He flicks both eyes at Matt. Immediately, he catches the perplexed look on Matt's face; how much did he hear?
His heart skips a beat. Feeling panic is irrational. Stupid, even. He knows he can outmaneuver Matt's questions. Also, it's unlikely he knows about Tariq's affiliation. Everything he read from the gypsy's mind suggests he keeps a low profile. Max has nothing to fear. Still, he doesn't like the way his brother's staring at him...
"What are you doing?"
"Being a chatter-box," he replies cheekily. Reaching into his back pocket, he draws out a business card. Max Johnson. Life coach. The details are airtight— and completely fabricated. Blue eyes shift back to Tariq. "If you're still down for that life coaching session, give me a ring. My email address is on the back, too.
"Think of me as your white, male Oprah."