With a thousand lies/And a good disguise
Who: Kia and Ken (Aya is welcome to be creepy and eavesdrop if he wants)
When: Saturday evening, October 2
Where: Aya and Ken's apartment
Summary: Kia wants to try Japanese food. Ken can cook. Ulterior motives what are those?
Warnings: Kissing, maybe mild violence
Kia honestly didn't know what to do about this mess he'd somehow got himself into. If the target were anyone else, he wouldn't hestitate or give a fuck about ruining someone's job because they couldn't keep their dick in their pants, but this was Ken. He liked Ken, even if he'd been just some fellow newcomer and not a person he was attracted to for his own reasons. If he didn't do what he was being paid to, someone far less kind would likely come along to ruin him, which would hurt even worse to see. And if Ken found out about this, Kia would be out the closest thing to a friend he had on this pathetic island. Either way, it felt like he lost no matter how much money he stood to gain.
He could've just done the same here as he'd done with Silvio or Dirk at home if he wasn't worried about building a reputation for himself. If he didn't do what his client wanted, or otherwise get Ken to switch jobs, he'd be badmouthed in whatever circles his ad traveled in these days. What a clusterfuck. But none of that showed on his face when he arrived at the apartment building, headed inside, and knocked on Ken's door. He just looked like a guy who wanted food tonight.
When: Saturday evening, October 2
Where: Aya and Ken's apartment
Summary: Kia wants to try Japanese food. Ken can cook. Ulterior motives what are those?
Warnings: Kissing, maybe mild violence
Kia honestly didn't know what to do about this mess he'd somehow got himself into. If the target were anyone else, he wouldn't hestitate or give a fuck about ruining someone's job because they couldn't keep their dick in their pants, but this was Ken. He liked Ken, even if he'd been just some fellow newcomer and not a person he was attracted to for his own reasons. If he didn't do what he was being paid to, someone far less kind would likely come along to ruin him, which would hurt even worse to see. And if Ken found out about this, Kia would be out the closest thing to a friend he had on this pathetic island. Either way, it felt like he lost no matter how much money he stood to gain.
He could've just done the same here as he'd done with Silvio or Dirk at home if he wasn't worried about building a reputation for himself. If he didn't do what his client wanted, or otherwise get Ken to switch jobs, he'd be badmouthed in whatever circles his ad traveled in these days. What a clusterfuck. But none of that showed on his face when he arrived at the apartment building, headed inside, and knocked on Ken's door. He just looked like a guy who wanted food tonight.