I was far to engrossed with the scatter of papers, wires and laptops surrounding my semi-naked form to actually hear Kat approaching, much less notice her- assured the girl was still asleep where I had left her. I would get used to a regular bedtime....eventually and to be honest it is hardly difficult to get me into bed, Kat's willingness to, lets say 'explore' of late is a significant enticement and the vast majority of the time I am entirely content enough to merely fall asleep beside her, having even becomes used to waking up with the slender brunette strewn across my chest in a position oddly intimate, one I had found, well, unusual at first and yet had become so entirely used to that is was merely second nature now to wrap an arm about her. Part of it I am assured is drawn from affection and yet another part of myself is rather determined to hang onto her lest she actually attempt to sneak out and hunt without my knowledge, assured if I knew where she was, namely in my arms, that I would hardly have to spend the night pacing a hole in my bedroom floor waiting for my....girlfriend? Can I use that word now? To come home. Tonight however had simply turned into one of those nights and while I will admit to having slept for a little while, Kat truly very good at exhausting me when she tries, I had woken up with an annoyingly busy mind, the sort of which had resulted in the manic explosion that had occurred all over my kitchen and dining room, paper and calculation strewn about like a hurricane. Hmm, I was going to have to clean this up shortly, I truly dislike this...uncoordinated paper trail although for now I suppose it is enough.

That Kat had actually managed to sneak up upon me either said a lot for her ability to sneak, or rather little about the accuracy of my apparent Hunters instincts, instincts I was entirely sure were utterly useless and had failed to actually kick in. Perhaps I was simply defective and truly I can hardly decide whether that bothers me or not. Kat seemed convinced I was some sort of Hunter and yet my record of kills was as unremarkable as those awful black boots that seemed to have overtaken fashion lately with there bland...blackness. It was perhaps the one time I was truly glad Kat hardly bothered to follow the season's trends when it came to clothing. Were it Crossbows and Swords monthly she may well have taken a different approach. Whatever thoughts I had ended almost as quickly as they started, heated fingers suddenly given to caress the flesh of my chest, form leaning readily back into her own as her head rested against my shoulder and her lips brushed against the side of my neck in a manner I found entirely to enticing for my own good. If there was anything Kat was truly good at, it was remembering what I liked, her lips drawing a satisfied sound from within my throat before she asked after Paris.

"If you keep doing that Darling I will forget entirely what I am doing and the last hour of my time will be utterly wasted."


I chuckled softly. I really should remember her.....unique hearing, although whether that is a trait of Kat herself or women in general I am hardly sure, moving to lean away from her at last, leaving her hands resting across my shoulders all the same before moving to offer her a view of the tangle of....destroyed phone parts I had before me, a small sample of them having been placed in a semi orderly arrangement that indicated a steady reconstruction of the phone.

"Before I explain exactly what I am doing I do need you to prepare yourself for that fact that this is actually me working, it does happen, shocking, I know."

My lip quirked ever so slightly, one eye lifting, daring the girl to up with some sort of smart comment for the fact I was actually working- at three in the morning. Although really, didn't she always complain that I never seemed to actually be doing anything? She really can't complain about this. One hadn reached forward to slide the semi-reconstructed mobile towards her, twisting the screwdriver in my hand about with ease, twirling to loosely between long fingers.

"I am disassembling one of my mobile phones in an effort to reconstruct the inner workings of the mobile to facilitate a higher level of function and data support while also actually attempting to re-route the firewall of several companies that provide security level EN nine two. For what I have in mind to work I need a more viable SD card, something outside the realm of what is normally available on the consumer market. It is not....entirely legal, exactly, but there are enough loopholes that I can take advantage of them and have it hold up in court if I have too. Either way the part I need is difficult to get, it is made of a material this country does not produce for...various....legal reasons."

I frowned slightly, flashing Kat a somewhat...guilty look before hurriedly moving on, attuned to the fact she may very wll have no idea what I was talking about, her phone as ancient and brick-like as her laptop and yet- if what I had in mind actually worked I was entirely assured I could save the entire Hunter race significant time and energy in...well.....everything.

"I have a friend in Paris, Etienne, he owns a number of electronic manufacturing companies, he can get the part I need and send it- he also wants us to go to Paris for a holiday. He has a new chateau he wants me to see. His wife, Elieen invites me often but I haven't been to see them in years. They also asked to meet you."

I paused momentarily, turning at last away from my phone project to meet Kat's gaze, shoulder shrugging loosely.

"In layman's terms I am redesigning a phone to support an app I created by....let's call it creatively circumnavigating a few security systems. If it works it may well help you....hunt. Aside from that though your just going to have to wait and see what it does. I may not be any good at hunting- at least, not in the traditional way but I have...lets say, other skills."

'Hacking' was such a negative word after all, my own words so smoothly glossing over it, lips pulled back into a grin once more. My ever busy mind occasionally had its uses, technology one of the few things was remarkably good at working with when I set my mind to it, one eye lifting ever so slightly, knowing entirely well the unknown was sure to bother Kat and truly I rather liked the idea of that before turning back towards my project- frowning momentarily, attention returned to Kat as the blue-gold of my gaze met her own.

"Did you want to go to Paris? Of course, that is...decidedly couple-like and it may ruin our relationship if you are forced to sit beside me on a plane for that long. I also feel we're supposed to go to Vermont first. Isn't that were couples go to spend the weekend in those bizarre little bed and breakfasts with the tacky décor that was outdated in the nineteen nineties?"

I grinned easily, the tease within my voice entirely clear. What? In TV shows all couples went to Vermont. Although honestly I truly hoped she had no desire to go to there, my mind entirely unsure as to whether or not it can truly handle that décor and the knowledge that I slept in a bed and breakfast of questionable hygiene.

"Perhaps Paris is decidedly better- if you think you're up for it. If not I'll find another time to make the visit, I have some business over there as well but nothing that can't wait."

See? I can be business-like when I try.



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