Need to build up my stamina and strength, really?

I am entirely sure I have no problem in either of those areas, well, at least not the first one. The second I am entirely sure is based upon the perception of strength. I have damn strong will power when I want to, as for physical strength, well, what need am I even going to have to lift weights? Honestly the entire idea is utterly displeasing. I can lift a gun and really I am entirely sure Kat should be content enough with that without having any need to see me lift anything else. I can also lift her when I need to and really, I am entirely sure I can hold her up long enough to do exactly what needs to be done in that regard- what other form of strength does she need? Hell, I might have even had a comment in regards to that if I wasn't to entirely distracted by the growing amount of...well.....is hovels a socially acceptable word for this side of town? Honestly, was this place even sanitary? I am not entirely sure what expression may have been present on my face in that moment and yet I am entirely sure it reflected entirely what I thought of this...warehouse...place. Honestly, had some sort of chain wielding gang emerged from behind a dilapidated lamp post I am hardly given to believe I'd be surprised. Hmm, I may well have actually preferred the pack over this crack-ridden cement....nightmare. In this even architecturally sound? I think I may have even frowned in my attempt to find the safest area to actually park the car, having no belief it was going to be here when we came back. I suppose I can afford a new one and yet really, heated seats and a custom paint job take so very long to order.

"If I return to a flaming wreckage of a car- I blame you entirely."

I allowed my gaze to return to the woman beside me, nestled into the car seat that I am entirely assured she enjoyed far more than she ever let on, one eye lifting slightly, invisible all the same beneath the dark tint of my lenses as I moved to shut the car off, the satisfying purr of the engine cutting out in that moment as I moved to step outside, wandering easily around to open Kat's door. Old manners die hard, I suppose, so very long spent in the higher circles of society demanding certain actions from myself, the gesture almost absentminded as I made every effort not to focus on the sidewalk. I was entirely sure it was cracked, the first taint of...anxiety beginning to tease at my mind. Maybe I was gifted, maybe my doctors encouraged my parents to see beyond...whatever the hell it is that's wrong with me, but my Father never did, never could and I suppose some part of myself just never really...accepted it either. I forced the blue gold of my gaze back on to Kat, determined to appreciate her rather then this...horrific place. In fact, I am entirely sure I can feel the venereal diseases attempting to infect me.

"Try not to touch anything, I'm not entirely sure I have enough disinfectant wipes to cover the both of us."

What? Is there something wrong with appreciating good hand hygiene? Honestly I am entirely assured I'm going to need a tetanus shot after this. I never did handle needles well. I moved to tuck my hands into the pockets of my jeans, my final effort at keeping them safe from god knows what bacteria were crawling all over this place, eyes kept determinedly on Kat alone, Ray Bans firmly in place. Maybe I was bordering on being blind and yet I'd rather be blind them let her witness another episode of my...er...lets call it condition. She had seen it once, on the day we'd met so many months ago and I suppose some part of myself still found it....embarrassing, I suppose, something I didn't want her to see, that part of myself that wasn't perfect, that part of myself I hated. One hand moved to brush aside a few loose strands of golden brown hair from my eyes, regarding her once more, half content to admire just how divine her legs looked in those pants. I suppose I should have been looking for....I don't know...supernatural beings and yet really I am far more inclined to enjoy the perfection that is before me, content imagine in just every other way I'd like to have her. In fact, I am entirely sure I won't be satisfied, not fully, not with only one night between us. Even if I am not entirely sure what...us is. I never did like labels anyway.

"Hmm, it seems were out of luck tonight, perhaps there aren't any supernatural beings here. Shame."

Alright. Maybe I was still in denial about the Hunter thing, no part of me truly believing I was any such thing.

"Fortunately I have other options for the night. We can head down that dark alleyway and towards the questionable smelling docks that look delightfully unstable, we can wander around that dilapidated building and violate several health and safety codes, we can find out why that club in the distance appears to be on fire or we can get back in the car with the heated seats, get dinner and go back to my place for the night- namely because it has furniture as opposed to your...residence."

I scowled slightly once more at the thought of her lack of...anything, before shaking the thought away, lips quirking slightly upward into a grin as I moved to lean back against the car, one long leg folding easily over the other, dark golden hair falling back against the Ray Bans as I regarded her.

"Well?"





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