It had been a rather taxing day, at least, what I'd been awake for had been rather taxing. I'd only flown back in yesterday, my excuse of jet lag seeming to placate Kat enough to allow me to return to my usual pattern of sleeping in....until about four in the afternoon. Why anyone bothers to get up before a minimum of midday I have no idea. Maybe Kat felt she needed to save the human population from the supernatural world but as far as I was considered, if humans actually slept in a little longer they could eliminate half the threats to them. After all, people are rarely attacked at home and in their beds- it's only when they dare to venture outside for.....I don't even know, why do people go outside? Food? No, that can't be it, why would you go out when you can order in? It's always possible, I suppose, that other people possess the actual ability to cook unlike myself. I'm not utterly hopeless I suppose. I manage to make tacos once. Until I realised I don't even like tacos- it had thusly resulted in a plate of mince-meat with cheese on the top. Maybe it wasn't my great culinary creation, but hey, I didn't go hungry that night. Not that I go hungry many nights I suppose, after all, when you look like me you tend to get meals for free. Ego? Maybe, but I know entirely what I look like and really, if more men took the effort maybe they could look like me too and I wouldn't be constantly harassed or accused for flirting with other people's wives or girlfriends. It's not my fault- I was liberating them, showing them entirely what they could be having if they just found the right person. It's not like I slept with them- well not all of them. I'm beginning to see why men don't like me.

I shook the thought off for now regardless, strolling further down the street, hands in the pockets of my jacket, jean clad limbs moving smoothly enough, content in the knowledge Kat was on her way home and had not been consumed by a vampire or a....I don't know....Were.....buffalo- whatever, I never understood animals in any form. In fact the only animals I like come with a side of chips and salad. Kat's assurance that she was, in fact, not dead- was at least reason enough to finally get me out of bed and make my way to the only appointment I had for the day, not that it was really an appointment- I hadn't told her I was coming, it was more a spur of the moment idea. I was, to a certain extent, fed up with my own legal team right now. They were doing their best, I understand that and maybe if I got sued less often they wouldn't be so stressed- but the Sorrell's case against me is close to the biggest we've ever had, significantly more worrying then the animals rights groups or the save the wetlands people that seem to get ridiculously annoyed whenever I want to build a building....anywhere. Honestly why do we want to save the wetlands? Have you ever been to a wetland? I mean...it's in the title. Wet Land. How is that fun (when it has nothing to do with sex at all)? Nature is not fun- I went on camping trip once, when I was nine. It may have been the most unsanitary thing I have ever experienced. I may well have been traumatised.

Either way, most of my legal cases come from nature lovers, the occasional demand for a paternity test- although in that area I have never once had an issue, I do enjoy safety in that regard and from people generally just wanting money. It's bound to happen after all, when you're the youngest person in my field to ever take the millions of your fathers company and turn them into billions. I always was good at numbers. Numbers I understand- though I also find them rather boring. My parents never did understand that, I was gifted and talented, or so the doctors said, so why didn't I use it? There are not always perks, I assure you, to having the sort of mind that is never quiet- to having thoughts going over and over and over and maybe I am brilliant- but between the OCD and ADD and everything else sometimes I find it a little hard to focus. That- I am sure, is why I discovered sex in the first place, tends to force me to focus, so I became good at getting it, much to my parents utter horror- and my sisters. Maybe that's why she's suing me.

When I actually managed to find the right address, at least, the address the flyer said- I managed to lift my Ray Bans ever so slightly, blue gold gaze taking a moment to observe the location. It didn't look entirely germ ridden or infested with bacteria- in fact it looked semi-decent. I think I may have even managed something of a smile, Ray Bans falling back into place, one hand moving to run thought the golden brown of my tousled hair before ringing the doorbell and waiting. It was a nice enough place I suppose, although that pot plant really shouldn't be there. It has red flowers and for some reason it has been placed next to one with orange flowers. It is a rather severe clash of colours, are people blind? I suppose, realistically, I shouldn't be picking up peoples pot plants, even if I am performing a debt to society- especially when people open the door to find me holding their pot plant.

"I'm not stealing it."

Well it was true, I wasn't. I managed to flash the rather attractive young woman a grin all the same, moving to place the plant down next to the white one (where it looked significantly better) before focusing my attention on her fully.

"This is you, isn't it?"

I moved to offer her the flyer that proclaimed the services she was offering, my own head tilted slightly, offering the barest view of the blue gold gaze beneath my sunglasses before I moved to conceal it once more. She was rather a pretty thing, I will say, very girl next door- although I have never lived in anything like this.....lovely and.....non-expensive as it is. She really should reconsider painting this door frame.

"We haven't met and I apologise for my lack of introduction, I'm Kohl."

I left my last name out, honestly I really don't need to be connected to my business right now. If she turned out to be a nature lovely whose hiking trail I'd put a building on- well, that would be unfortunate wouldn't it?





k o h l
so you want to play with magic?