Desir stepped out of the back room, adjusting his tie for a moment with a smile. He walked over to the light switch adjusting the lighting just slightly to give a more mystical glow throughout the gallery. It's time, to open the doors and shine a light on these works of art.
Desi thought back to his earlier encounters as he made his way towards the door unlocking it and opening it.
❖ Elijah had shown up fashionably late, looking pleased with his new suit. He finally got to wear it after all these days after buying it. Wearing it to gang meetings was completely out of the question, this was way too nice. It had subtle colors that complemented his eyes and hair perfectly. He would have worn something better, but you can't look to flashy when you're going covert. This was going to be an easy mission, though. All he had to do was approach Desir and bring it up after small talk died. He walked right through the burn marks, they were hard to miss. He didn't even have to try and set this up. All he needed was some time without some prying ears. And if things went south he came prepared. Elijah approached Desir when he seemed the least busy, and approached him. "Nice to see you again, handsome," he said, smiling pleasantly.
► Rhys came to Desir's event with Mithllo on the dot. Unfortunately she couldn't really focus on the art that much, because she'd recieved a troubling text from Taiki earlier this afternoon. It was a warning, which was never good. Their conversation now was troubling her the most, however. She'd been spending the evening dodging people in order to politely discuss this with Taiki and figure out what exactly she needed to do to be as prepared as she could for this.
T>> Just letting you know We have multiple situations Guess who caused them >.> You only need one He's going to deal with some of it But I'll need your help at some point -.- R>> What did Craith do? Help will have to wait until tonight, I'm out of town. T>> That's fine. I have to wait for more info anyway. He managed to find a mind reader and we have no idea what she knows But she gave him three days to find her before she tells anyone. R>> That's bad. What info do you have? T>> Not much. Oh, I also forgot the other possible problem. Remember the new guy? Colorful clothes and s**t. I think Craith said his name was Lorain or something" R>> Logan I think. What about him? T>> Logan. Yeah. Craith thinks the orginal person is still there somewhere. Not sure why or how he knows this, but its what he said. I have no idea how much influence he has over his body but we need to keep an eye out for that. Who knows where he found that person. Do you think you can do a more detailed background check? R>> Not a problem. I need a picture or a name. T>> I'll see if Craith can get his name. I think they are going to his place to get stuff anyway. So i might be able to get you an address as well. A picture shouldn't be too difficult. Let me text him. R>> This will be easy then.
Once the conversation was over she waited for the next text, entering the crowd to find Mihllo. This visit was going to be cut a little short.
((LOCATION:// Foxfire Gallery, with Mithllo and Desir )) ((OOC:// ))
Desir finished the conversation he had been in with one of the guests he was greeting when his ears picked up on that familiar voice. The white ears twitched atop his head, and he turned around to face Elijah with a warm smile. Unlike before when he had been dressed in more traditional attire he was more formally dressed at the moment. A nice plain black suit and tie, nothing too flashy, but it surely would leave an impression on most."And here I was afraid you wouldn't come. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised you arrived fashionably late. It's nice to see you again, Elijah." He combed his fingers through his hair for a moment, before lowering his arm again. "I'm sorry I didn't greet you at the door. It's usually a busy night and some artist's I've showcased here before had some questions for me. I normally greet everyone as they arrive." Desi gave a warm apologetic smile all the same. "Have you been enjoying my humble gallery?" Each word that came out of his mouth was genuine, from his apology to his questions.
I won't be chased away This is my home It will always be my home Even if only my ashes remain
Location: Foxfire Gallery Thoughts: Company: Eli OOC:
I joke I flirt I Mimic I mock
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Mithllo had been staring at the artwork on the wall again. Sipping at a drink he found on the refreshment table that seemed harmless enough. It was likely alcoholic, so he wasn't aware anyone was looking for him. Now that he thought about it, this was his second glass and it did smell like alcohol a little bit. He looked around not sure where Rhys had gotten to, when had they gotten separated?
❖ Elijah chuckled and waved his hand dismissively. "Don't you worry about it. I only like to get noticed when it matters, He cooed, not exactly sure what that was supposed to mean in a normal context, it sounded good coming out of his mouth and that was all that mattered. "I'm enamored, honestly. You do such lovely work," he said. Smiling up at Desir in a way that he knew would make someone swoon. "I'm curious though, do you do anything with fire? I saw scorch marks on the ground outside..." he trailed off, looking interested but concerned. This was too easy.
► Rhys found her way to Mithllo, seeing as his hair couldn't be mistaken for many others, and came up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder, her expression stoney. "Found you," she said, and it could almost sound threatening if he didn't know her. She considered explaining the situation, but decided not to. When they had to leave, he would have to come. "Enjoying the drink?" she asked. Rhys hadn't picked anything up. She knew Desir wouldn't serve non alcoholic drinks, and she didn't want to get buzzed while texting Taiki over important issues.
((LOCATION:// Foxfire Gallery, with Mithllo and Desir )) ((OOC:// ))
Desir chuckled at that, crossing his arms comfortably over his chest. "I'm not surprised, I'm sure if you stood out all the time you would be absolutely crowded. You have a model's face and physique, to go along with your fashion sense." It was a compliment, an honest one all the same. Though the praise of his artwork caused his smile to get even warmer, "I'm honored to hear such high praise of my work." He responded before the next question caused his smile to soften and almost disappear completely. His gloved fingers came up and pressed against his own chin, "Ah, I hadn't expected anyone to notice those. I was planning to clean them up as best as I can, but my preparations for tonight came first." He admitted lowering his arms. "I apologize you had to see something like that, it takes away from the natural beauty of this city."
I won't be chased away This is my home It will always be my home Even if only my ashes remain
Location: Foxfire Gallery Thoughts: A shame my handiwork has been discovered. Company: Eli OOC:
I joke I flirt I Mimic I mock
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Mithllo jumped almost dropping his newly emptied cup. He looked up to Rhys with large dark eyes, like a dark eyed cat unsure if he was in trouble or not. He had a feeling something wasn't right though, past the alcoholic haze. "Yes you did." He replied with a smile, trying to lighten the mood before he looked down to the empty glass. "I feel like I shouldn't be drinking this stuff." He admitted, but it smelled like flowers and fresh fruit he couldn't help it. He lowered his voice next with his next question, "Did something happen?"
❖ If there was one thing Elijah was certain about, it was that he'd be really bummed if Desir had to ruin this and he had to kill him. Sparing him would make Sylvanus disappointed but he could deal with it. This guy had a way with words that he could enjoy for a while. To bad that way with words was leading this conversation on. Elijah put on a concerned facade. "What happened? Are you alright? Did someone get hurt?" He asked, one hand resting against his chest and the other going to rest against Desir's arm. Firm. Feels like pure muscle under there. I wonder what the rest is like... He didn't show any of those thoughts on his face of course.
► The corner of Rhys' mouth twitched and she knew he must have realized that under all the fruit there was alcohol. "Why not? It's tasty." she questioned, giving him an innocent look, one eye peeking out from her curled bangs. It hid any indication that she was troubled by something well, but it seemed like Mithllo's type could see through that. "It's fine," she replied, but in reality this was a huge security risk and she had half a mind to just tell Logan to take a hike out of that body and let her handle him. Craith probably wouldn't approve, though. "I might have to leave early. For business," she informed. She gave him a leveled glance to imply it was gang business.
Desir pressed his gloved hand over Elijah's, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm alright, and I don't believe anyone was hurt. It was more of a warning gesture than anything else." He admitted, releasing his hand. "Though this isn't the right time to talk about such things, perhaps after the other guests have left we can talk about it further." He wouldn't want to shift the mood of the showing simply because of his disdain for gangs, such as the Hellfire Syndicate.
I won't be chased away This is my home It will always be my home Even if only my ashes remain
Location: Foxfire Gallery Thoughts: Company: Eli OOC:
I joke I flirt I Mimic I mock
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Mithllo shrugged his shoulders. She had a point, he liked the fruity taste of it. "True, still. It smells like alcohol underneath the fruit." A drunk shapeshifter was the last thing anyone wanted. "Alright. Should I go with you?" Thinking about it almost gave him a headache, another thing he could probably blame on the drink later. Though he knew any trip he made from Lohrith back to Reim would be a pain. Did they rent a hotel for the night? He couldn't remember.
❖ Elijah nodded seriously, almost innocently, like he didn't completely understand what Desir was talking about but got the fact that it was serious and he should lighten up. "I'd love to stay after anyway," he said, making it as genuine as possible and shooting Desi a warm, pleasant smile. He gave him a reassuring squeeze on the arm and was a little surprised. If they got into a fight, he'd have to keep it distanced. "Oh. You're... ripped." Eli looked surprised. Sure he saw some chest earlier, but he had no idea artists got so buff. There was a bubbly look on his face, like he was getting embarrassed and overjoyed at the discovering. Then he cleared his throat, looking away. "Why don't you show me your favorite piece? I'd love to see what the artist favors," he cooed, trying to hold back his thirst. Maybe he needed one of those fruity drinks after all.
► Rhys really wasn't sure why Mithllo was so heasitant to drink. Sure, his twiggy body must have a low tolerance, but these drinks weren't that strong. Plus, is they smelled like they tasted then she'd love one. "It is. That's why it's good." she said, glancing longingly over to the table. "I should get one..." Rhys mumbled, knowing that she could easily take that. She slowly moved her head back to him, a small grin on her face. "Yes. Unless you wanna fly home," Rhys said. Truth be told, had he a viable way home she would let him do whatever he wanted. She wasn't his mom after all. Changing the topic, she looked to the paintings. "What's your favorite?"
Desir nodded, his smile becoming warmer returning to the life it had to it before the topic had been breeched. "Of course, I'd love to have you stay after as well. I told Myalis I was eager to introduce the two of you but he's always busy during the showings." He chuckled at the compliment about his muscular structure. "Oh thank you, I have a tendency for climbing things to get a better view of a landscape when I do my artwork, and sculpting also has a tendency to build muscle as well." Never let it be said art was easy.
At the next question, Desi pressed a finger to his own chin thoughtfully, his gaze on Eli as he contemplated which piece to show him, like he was trying to get a good feel of his tastes before his eyes lit up. "I know just the one." He offered his hand to him with a smile.
I won't be chased away This is my home It will always be my home Even if only my ashes remain
Location: Foxfire Gallery Thoughts: Company: Eli OOC:
I joke I flirt I Mimic I mock
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Mithllo blinked looking genuinely surprised by that. "Oh. You might want to keep a close eye on me then." He warned despite his joking tone. "If you want one you should get one. They're pretty strong, now that I think of it, it's probably sake." Different flavors of it judging by the smell. He shook his head at the fly home remark, "Considering this is my-" He paused and stared up at the ceiling struggling to remember how many cups he's had of this stuff. "Second glass that's probably a bad idea." He blinked at the question and reached over to place his hand against hers giving a chipper smile. "You're my favorite piece of artwork in this place."
❖ Elijah really didn't feel like mentioning he didn't mean staying for long, he had a bath bomb at home that was calling his name after all, but for the sake of saving face he just agree. He could just fake a misunderstanding later. "Sounds great! I'm sure Myalis must be a gem," he cooed, wondering what exactly his assistant might be like. Either they're really tolerant, or they do this for the other reason Elijah was hear. Desir was a realy piece of eye candy. "The effort doesn't go unnoticed," he purred, though the thought of actually sweaty to get something looking good was unappealing. Sweaty men are so gorss. he thought, following Desir. When they got to the painting Elijah looked on, face genuinely softening for once as he took it in. It was a lovely painting of the night sky and a full moon illuminating an island in the middle of a calm ocean. It almost looked like it was glowing. "It's lovely," he he said, and it almost seemed a little plain, but the look on his face showed it was the most genuine thing he'd said all evening. It was gone in an instant, though. "I can't believe you can capture stuff like this, it looks so real!" Elijah said. And after a beat of silence he spoke up again. "You mind if I slip away for a moment? I don't want to keep you, and I'm interested in meeting Myalis," Elijah said, hoping that conversation would be more informative. After getting a description, Eli approached him. "Myalis, I assume?"
"That's me, you must be Elijah. The guy Desir met earlier today."
"I'm so flattered you've already heard of me! " He joked, chuckling a bit to keep the mood light. This kid looked like he was the responsible one here. No wonder he was the assistant.
"Of course, Desir does a lot of talking whenever something piques his interest."
What the hell was that supposed to mean, punk? "That sounds you're trying to insinuate something. By all means don't hold back," He smiled pleasantly. This kid better not say he was just some kind of repeat.
"I'm only stating a fact. It's rare anyone eagerly flirts back with Desir, or gets him to kiss them on the first meeting. You've definitely captured his attention, though I don't know your intentions."
That was an acceptable answer, Elijah supposed. At least he knew Desir definitely had "an interest" in him. "What can I say, I'm one of a kind. But I can promise you something, I my intentions are pure. But I do have to ask, there isn't anything I should worry about, right? You know him more than anyone." He said, not the least bit serious but making everything flawlessly sincere and personable. He had to keep this going.
"I hope you're telling the truth, Desir has a tendency to trust people too often until he see's a reason not to. I've known Desir almost my whole life, he took me in after all. Though I don't think you have anything to worry about, unless you're in a gang."
"Someone like me? In a gang? Is this suit really that bad?" Of course not. This suit was amazing and everyone in the room who knew a thing about quality could see that fact. ******** you.
"I've seen nicely dressed gang members too. Like their recruiter. Why do you ask though?"
s**t Aeron, why did you have to look like such a handsome little prince?"You saw a recruiter!? Is that what those scorch marks are from? When I asked Desir about those he looked so grave. I had no idea..."
"Well we only know of the members who have been around a long time. Like the recruiter and whoever's in charge of the public relations. Desir's not fond of gang's though and often chases them away with the warning like what the scorch marks are from. It was just a warning shot though, he makes sure no one ever gets hurt from it. It's a territory thing."
Helpful helpful helpful. This was great, this was exactly the kind of thing he wanted to learn. Thank you kid! "That sounds so dangerous! What if the gang doesn't take it as a warning? You've seen their work on the news before right? I hate for that to happen..." He moved his head from to look back to Desir, a worried look on his face. It was easier to make this more convincing, this was the reason he was here.
"It's better than letting them continue their work without doing something about it. It only leads to innocent people getting caught up in a war that has nothing to do with them. Just because they can wield fire. That's what Desir cares about, he doesn't want there to be a war." Myalis sighs shaking his head, "I don't like Desir doing this either, but he won't listen to me. I remind him of the risks he takes every single time and he only gives me that stupid smile and says 'Everything will be alright'." He frowned.
Eli stared tenderly at Myalis. Well thats completely awful to hear and blows my plan out of the water. It was endearing the way he cared so much. He almost felt bad about the fact that he would definitely end up having to either keep surveillance on Desir, or kill him. And it sounded like he adopted this kid. Orphaned twice, what a sad life. Sorry tyke, maybe you'll get a longer lasting dad next time. Just then Desir came back, and Elijah smiled sadly at Myalis in understanding.
► Rhys nodded seriously, her lips threatening a smile/ "I've got you in my sights." With the offer, she saw no reason to refuse. She could also use the time to reply to Taiki. At the last comment Rhys cracked a small grin, nudging Mithllo enough to jostle him. What a dork. "I'll be back" Rhys said, making her way around, taking note of appearances. Someone with orange hair and an expensive looking suit talking to Myalis. The people flocking to Desir. It was a force of habit, but not one she intended to get rid of.
Once at the table she pulled out her phone.
T>>So, he texted me back at some point apparently. The meat suit's soul is still there and kicking and it has a name Though I only have a first name for him right now And general location HIs name is Keenan and he's from Zlido Which is where Craith will be all night I'm guessing Hopefully he doesn't ******** up somehow R>>I don't approve of this. Do you have a photo? It'll narrow my search. T>>I'll get him to take one. Or we can pull one from security footage if need be. R>> Alright. I'll try to find a pool of keenans in Zlido T>> Thank you. I'll let you know if I get anymore info. R>> I'll do the same.
With two drinks in hand and her phone stored away, Rhys made her way back to Mithllo. She know he said know, but she was pretty sure he'd be fine. Sake wasn't that strong, not to her. Plus, whats the worst that could happen? "Here," She offered, holding out a drink to him. Her face looked almot threatening, but that was just a normal look. She took a sip of her own drink. It was good, as usual. Desir always got the best stuff. "You'll be fine." She assured.
Desir nodded, "He is, he used to act like quite the brat back in the day." He lead the way to the painting, lowering his hand when it wasn't taken and he smiled at at Elijah when he complimented it. "I had just finished painting this one right before we met." He explained, before blushing lightly at the praise he was receiving for the work. It was very light, but he looked genuinely happy at the same time. "I'm glad you like it. I enjoy painting landscapes the most."
Desir blinked when he mentioned that and he nodded again, "Ah alright. I'm sorry I'm sure you wanted to enjoy the art some more. Myalis should be over by his desk, the one with a cash register on it. It's hard to miss." He directed with a gesture. He returned to greeting some more of his guests, getting easily pulled into rather cheerful conversation.
It took him awhile to finally start finishing up with those guests when he retrieved two glasses of sake to carry over to where Myalis and Elijah were, curious how their conversation was going. "Hey. I've just finished up with greeting everyone, but I'll probably be stuck playing host for awhile longer. I just wanted to see how everything was going over here. Are you two getting along well?"
Desir was about to defend the two glasses and the reason he had brought them over when Myalis kicked him rather harshly in the stomach. Luckily he lifted up both glasses so they wouldn't spill as he stumbled a bit and gave a weak laugh. "Don't be that way Myalis. I'm only drinking one of these, I brought this other one for Elijah." He adjusted his position extending one of them to Elijah. "Here, I had a feeling you'd be thirsty and I didn't see you grab anything from the refreshment table while I was handling the crowd." He offered with a weak chuckle.
Myalis had finally finished his conversation for the most part with Elijah, crossing his arms underneath the large white cloak he always wore. "He asks a lot of questions Desir, and what have I told you about drinking two glasses at once?" He lifted his leg to deliver a kick at Desir's abdomen without a second thought of who was there.
Myalis lowered his leg and clicked his tongue, "Oh, sorry." He was a bit embarrassed at having lost his professional appearance.
He once told me What's in the past Should stay buried there So I'll keep looking forward
Location: Foxfire Gallery Thoughts: He asks a lot of questions Company: Elijah and Desir OOC:
I joke I flirt I Mimic I mock
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Mithllo took the offered drink, officially his third one and he shrugged drinking it contently. What could possibly go wrong. Even if his judgement was progressively more impaired he knew something was bound to go wrong soon. "Alright, but if something happens you have to take responsibility for anything I do." He practically sang those words and continued drinking as he looked around a bit more. It wasn't until he had finally finished his glass, that he tilted a bit starting to whistle a sailing tune, and he suddenly shifted forms into a little black hedgehog.
❖ Elijah jumped when Myalis actually kicked Desir in the abdomen. Kicked him. He didn't have to fake any of that reaction, though it took a good bit of control not to reach into his pockets to pull out his cards. His hands twitched, but that was about it. Flames licked the back of his throat, and he wondered just why the hell that was necessary. "Oh don't mind me at all," Eli cooed, taking a glass and sipping it, looking incredibly amused. It took a lot not to laugh. Sorry Desir looks like he's still a brat if he can kick you without a second thought. Then his amused look was replaced by one that was a bit offended. "There's nothing wrong with being nosy when you're as pretty as me," Eli asserted, making it sound like a joke with a pose and all. It's not like he could even gossip about this. "We're getting along fine, Desir. I was just going to ask about how you took him in," he said, smiling bright and warm for them. Yes, another question Myalis, you should have expected that by now.
A short time later a woman in white with a body that definitely must have taken two gallons of steroids to achieve came up, standing a little bit uncomfortably, alerting Desir that she had to go. Eli locked eyes with her for a moment, but he didn't say anything to her. Just sipped his sake.
((LOCATION:// )) ((WITH:// Desir and Myalis )) ((OOC:// ))
► Rhys wasn't aware of the mistake she had made. She sipped her sake at an acceptable pace, and nodded to him. She didn't know what kind of drunk he was, but there was nothing she couldn't handle. Not after helping Ender so many times at his bar. "Mmm,"she hummed, looking at the various pieces of art until she heard whistling. She turned to Mithllo in time to see her mistake. Oh god. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. He was tiny. And a hedgehog. In an art gallery. Where important business was being done for both her and Desir. Rhys scooped up Mithllo into her hands and frowned down at him. "No. Bad. This is bad," she mumbled. But it also was the perfect excuse to leave. She couldn't carry him around though. So man inappropriate words she wanted to yell to the heavens came to mind right now. This was the absolute worst thing that could have happened. Rhys should have known Mithllo would pull something like this. She walked towards Desir, cradling Mithllo in her hands like he was the most fragile thing in the world. To her, he was. She was terrified she'd break him. He was so so small. Her heart pounded the closer she got, and whispered apologies as she tucked him into loosest part of the top of her dress. Rhys took her sake like a shot and set the glass down, coming up to Desir, Myalis, and their guest with the orange hair. "I'm sorry, I have to leave early. My friend had a too much sake. He is a lightweight. I've had fun, thank you," she gave Desir a small bow, being overly careful not to crush the very important hedgehog, and left out the door after meeting the guarded blue eyes Mr. Orange hair had. Once outside she freed Mithllo, carrying him like he had paper skin and glass bones.
"Mithllo..." She threatened, grimacing at him. It didn't matter how cute he looked. She was angry. And if she was accustomed to saying more, she would have, but for now she just held hedgello against her chest and carried him out to her truck. How the hell was she supposed to keep him safe!? She wasn't going to allow him to ride home in her shirt. So she sat in her truck and angrily frowned at him. "You're too small for a seatbelt."
Desir used his free hand to rub at his abdomen with a light chuckle. He was glad he could save the drinks at least, even if he did lose his balance. Then he reached over and lightly pat Myalis on the head, despite the kick he just took he looked every part the unconditional loving father. Even if his son was a brat. "I'm glad then, Myalis doesn't have many friend's that I know about at least so it's good to see him getting along with someone other than just me." He remarked before taking a drink from his own glass.
"Oh? You want to know about that?" He tapped his own cheek thoughtfully with the swish of his tails. His ears gave a pleasant twitch, "It was a long time ago, when Myalis was younger. I had been going for a walk in Lohrith around the time my gallery was starting out, before my family moved out to Zlido, when I spotted him curled up in an alleyway. He looked lost and hungry so I picked him up and carried him here. It took a couple weeks before he warmed up to me by then I had been feeding and taking care of him and even finding him again when he would sneak out before I officially adopted him. He didn't know his name so I gave him one."
Desi finished his story just as Rhys approached him which caught his attention easily. His warm expression turned to concern for his friend, "Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that. Will you both be alright, do you need help walking to your car?" He asked with genuine concern before he let her leave when he thought she could handle herself.
When Rhys left, he turned back to Eli and gave an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about that. Rhys is an old friend of mine from Reim. We used to go drinking together every night." He explained trying to bring back his original warmth. "She's the one who I ordered the flowers from, the arrangement was mine and Myalis' doing." He finished his explanation with a glance toward the doors worried.
Desi looked at Myalis and nodded after listening to him, "Alright. I wasn't aware it had gotten that late already. Come this way Eli, we can talk more in the back." He smiled at him, "I did make a promise after all." He walked over to the back room not far from where Myalis was hard at work, right where the roots of the Sakura tree painting ended. He unlocked the door and held it open for Eli.
Myalis clicked his tongue in response to Eli, "Narcissist, just because you think you're hot stuff doesn't mean you can use it as an excuse for being nosy." He retorted, rocking back on his heels. He was listening to Desir's story, though he had heard it before when he had asked him himself how he had even found him. He knew the story pretty well, it was the most he knew of his past anyway. Then he noticed Rhys approach looking worried and he nodded to her as well.
He didn't say anything to her though, instead he turned to Desir. "Desir, I'm going to start calling everyone in for their last purchases of the night alright. This is why I told you to order more than just alcoholic beverages. So take your conversation away from my desk." He brushed past the both of them without much of a second glance except at Eli, where he mumbled. "If you hurt him I'll kick your a**." It was just a warning, but he could see the way Desir lit up talking to Eli. He just wanted to protect his father from someone who wasn't actually interested in him.
He tugged a megaphone out from under his desk, hopped on top of it and brought it close to his lips. "Alright listen up everyone! This is the last call for any purchases you plan to make tonight. We're closing up for the night soon! So you all better grab your purchases and make a single file line or get your asses out of here! Thank you very much for coming by the Foxfire Gallery!" He turned off the megaphone and jumped down from where he perched himself. Getting ready to get his work done.
He once told me What's in the past Should stay buried there So I'll keep looking forward
Location: Foxfire Gallery Thoughts: Annoying Company: Elijah and Desir OOC:
I joke I flirt I Mimic I mock
║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ϺIҬҢȽȽϴ ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Mithllo had warned her something bad would happen, now he was a hedgehog. A drunk hedgehog. Though if he was sober he would have thoroughly enjoyed the ride in her top. When they were outside in the fresh air it just barely helped as he stared up at her and could only give little drunken chitters of a response.
❖ Elijah beamed at Myalis, knowing full well they were far from friends or anything close. "He's not so hard to get along with. And with looks like that I'm sure he's got to have some admirers," he said, grinning devilishly at Desi and nudging him. That fashion sense could use a little work, though. Didn't Desir say this was the guy who dressed him? Hard to believe. At Myalis' comment he just laughed. Of course it meant that, you little s**t. I'm the right amount of in love with myself."Yes, Myalis mentioned it," he clarified, just to cover all the bases on where he was getting what information. Even if it wasn't something people usually noticed, it was good to keep things tidy and everyone on the same page. He put on a politely interested face while Desir was talking."What a sweet story!" It was like a fairy tale. He got the feeling should these two ever find out he was born into money he'd fit in even less, should he intend to keep of this relationship. Which he did out of necessity. If Desir wouldn't stop, he'd be forced to watch him. "But he... didn't remember his name?" He questioned, leading the conversation again. He really would have liked to know about this little amnesia case. He really didn't see a son coming. Not something he wanted to deal with.
"Rhys? What a lovely name," Eli commented. "That was her handiwork? I'm surprised, they're so vibrant and well kept," he said. Really it was a shock that someone so large and threatening and bulky would be something more like a bodyguard. Desir did say they were friends, though. It might be a good idea to keep her in mind. Before he left he gave Myalis a warm, but more genuine smile. "If I'd meant to hurt him, I wouldn't have come. I promise." And that was that. Really, standing up his invitation after this afternoon would have been much more painful. Elijah followed Desir to the back where they were finally alone, waiting for Desir to close the door before saying anything. "So, I can't lie to you, I had Myalis tell me a bit of the story. A gang recruiter on your territory is the gist of what he said. But what would someone from a gang want with you? And why would you threaten them like that?" He asked, looking concerned, but reserved. You can never be too pushy, or people start getting defensive. The last thing he needed was an angry fox ranting at him about gangs. He was in a gang. He knew about gangs.
Desir closed the door to the backroom, which was less crowded than the rest of the gallery. After all it was both a living space and a work space. It was incredibly spacious though despite all of that. At a bit of a distance from the doorway sat a kitchen with a table and several chairs set up at it. Even if the only two who lived there was Myalis and Desi. Against a nearby wall was a painted over door, that was likely the restroom area. There was a double bed nearby a wall probably where the two slept. A couch not far from the kitchen with a coffee table and even a television. Over by another wall was an entire work area with canvases and sculpting supplies ready to be used.
The entirety of the room was painted as one large nightscape of an open field, even both doors in the room the one that led to the gallery and the one that led to the bathroom blended in with it. The lights were still off and the painted stars on the ceiling glowed faintly.
"One moment Eli, I'll answer all of your questions once I turn on the lights." He reassured, walking over to a switch and flipping it on. Once the lights were on, the former nightscape seemed to become a morning view of the same detailed open field. "Welcome to our humble abode. I apologize for the mess over by my work station though. That spot is normally rather messy." He apologized with a light chuckle, gesturing over to the couch. "Go ahead and take a seat, would you like something to drink?" He asked, making his way over to the kitchen as he loosened his tie. "I can make you some tea or coffee if you'd rather not have anything alcoholic."
"I'd like to believe he had admirers, though I have a tendency to chase them off." He admitted with a light chuckle, continuing his conversation from the kitchen. "Yes though, he doesn't remember his birth name. I've been trying to find out what triggered his amnesia but I only know a few details that he does remember. He remembers the hospital he woke up in, and he remembers the description of the city he left when he started walking before he collapsed, but everything before that is a blank to him." He explained, setting a bottle of sake on the counter.
Desir paused when he heard mention of the gang's recruiter being brought up again and he sighed. "He wasn't here for me, not this time at least. He once tried to recruit me a long time ago which was how I became familiar with his appearance. After I rejected his offer and I warned him to never come near my gallery again. This time though, he was following someone else but he got close to my gallery so I blocked his path as a warning." He explained, though now he was standing up and removing his tie as he turned to look at Eli. He looked much sadder now. "I don't care for gangs. Much less ones in this city. I was born in this city, I've lived here for as long as I can remember and the threat of the gang that resides here has chased almost all of my family out of it. I chose to stay and then I adopted some time after that. I've seen the cruelty they're capable of on the news, and I know that if this continues war is more than likely to occur. Innocent people are going to get hurt because of that, and I don't want a war in this city." He finished his explanation shaking his head with a sigh.
"I apologize, the subject is not one of my favorites." He tried to smile, but it was still one full of pain. "I'm certain there are people in that gang with good intentions, so I'd rather not get into a fight with them. I would rather not hurt anyone either or drag Myalis into this. I only want to protect my home and my family."
