Thread: Delicate wormwood leaves crash and burn

Whether prestigious arrogance be nature or nurture, Kimon had plenty of it to go around. Brought up in one of the most prominent and twisted families in all of Japan, he was led to believe that he was some kind of prince. Truly, if money and power made the man then Kimon was an emperor. His trade, his families trade was hardly legal. Most of the world was dealing in substances and flesh the Takaba's just happened to sell it all. He had enough comfortable padding to buy a small island, stock it with food, and live there for the entirety of his life. But he didn't prefer isolation, and he hadn't found that certain 'special' person of who might treat him to most pleasurable company. Call him picky or just jaded, but he was very particular on who he kept around and who he fed to the wolves. Not many had the audacity to try and stay in his favor because at times Kimon could be fairly difficult to deal with. Besides his silent sarcastic expressions, he wasn't too comfortable with being himself in front of certain individuals. Kimon was always in a bit of a paranoid dilemma, thinking that most people liked him only for his money and most people didn't deserve to see his 'good' side. Hello, Renna. You don't have to overwork yourself for me. I would have gone home sober for once had you been busy. Cool, calm, and casual as always he didn't need to utter but a few words to demand that 'Renna Twist' take a seat next too him. How are you on this wonderful, Romantic Thursday evening? You look so sweet, I could eat you up I really could. Kimon, being pervasively beautiful, had a mesmeric swagger about him. It was as if his mere presence somehow made somebody classy in character, or more defined. And it was definitely known, that if he praised a person for their looks or any of their artistic talents whether it be musical, sexual or strange doodling, their works would be renown as some great masterpiece. Now that he was interested in 'Renna Twist' there was a good chance that in the near future he would see fit to critique Roy's own talent. I heard that you paint. When you aren't working here of course. Would it be too forward of me to ask to see something of yours someday. I might be interested in purchasing something if it fits my fancy. Although he didn't let on like he knew anything about art and the thereof, he was fairly knowledgeable on the subject. In fact he was at one time an artist, himself, of strange quality but revered nonetheless. After transcending into what he considered adult hood he stopped painting altogether. If you could possibly get me some 'Everclear' I would be much obliged to allow you to sit. I have been hoping for a bit of company today, having rarely gotten out of the office all week. I was hoping that we might get better acquainted, maybe even satiate some of my thirst. Kimon didn't normally suggest anything, he demanded it. When he did happen to come across a person who may not be swayed by the grave hand of fortune, he liked to take things slow, ease his friend into the web, before the weary fly has time to realize that Kimon is indeed a spider. Maybe it was the thrill of the chase. Aside from a bar relationship he didn't yet have feelings for 'Renna' or Roy. They just weren't that acquainted.