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[attr="class","econtent"]Taking the better part of the day to slug Kenzie out and into the public. Uncertain reasoning as to why he was late to being roused, perhaps it had been the many night before spent far past any waking hours.It wasn't terribly uncommon to imagine a silvertongue witch to stay up from dusk until dawn. Kenzie angled his foot against the crown molding of the floor, recently at the request of a particular superior. He was told it best to keep his outbursts and protests, the coven certainly had enough harping from the sundial. They were all perpetrator and skirting along the edge of being known as worse then what they already were. Dmitri surely had his hands full with the politics of it all.
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While typically Kenzie was ample with envy, the young witch was pleased with his positioning. Well almost, there was some middle ground to achieve. A milestone that had bothered him for quite some time, looking to have some authority of his own. But with the bloodstained hands of silvertongue, perhaps it was best to just follow orders. As much as they conflict with his own ideals, Kenzie wouldn't usurp Dmitri from his throne. There was always a better part to play then just the face, he was smart enough to realize that. As was whoever set up the coven in the first place, a mild joke Kenzie makes is a friendly smile towards his fellow member with the accusation they did it. By now the jokes have gotten a bit old, so Kenzie had to find better time for himself.
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Appealing as brooding and moody in hireling's keep was, Kenzie had cleaned himself up and making a clear path to the one common place you could find him otherwise. The pink cauldron was his favorite place to be at, however the majority of places to grab a drink between downtown and residential was far from his type of establishment. It was a better place to find a warm body for the night and a place to stay when the inmates back in the keep were becoming too much for one night. Not that he would ever find a interest in his other coven members, things were stickier that way and Kenzie would be smarter to avoid that.
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It was fine enough to enter without a word, nodding over to one of the hostesses who already knew where his steps would direct him. A subtle nod and slouching back in a bar stool, looking over the small pink and white pamphelts. Merely to look busy for just a far moment, creating the illusion that he didn't want his usual meal and drink. A rhythmic tapping played across the counter top of the bar as his eyes caught onto the blonde in his peripheral vision.
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While typically Kenzie was ample with envy, the young witch was pleased with his positioning. Well almost, there was some middle ground to achieve. A milestone that had bothered him for quite some time, looking to have some authority of his own. But with the bloodstained hands of silvertongue, perhaps it was best to just follow orders. As much as they conflict with his own ideals, Kenzie wouldn't usurp Dmitri from his throne. There was always a better part to play then just the face, he was smart enough to realize that. As was whoever set up the coven in the first place, a mild joke Kenzie makes is a friendly smile towards his fellow member with the accusation they did it. By now the jokes have gotten a bit old, so Kenzie had to find better time for himself.
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Appealing as brooding and moody in hireling's keep was, Kenzie had cleaned himself up and making a clear path to the one common place you could find him otherwise. The pink cauldron was his favorite place to be at, however the majority of places to grab a drink between downtown and residential was far from his type of establishment. It was a better place to find a warm body for the night and a place to stay when the inmates back in the keep were becoming too much for one night. Not that he would ever find a interest in his other coven members, things were stickier that way and Kenzie would be smarter to avoid that.
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It was fine enough to enter without a word, nodding over to one of the hostesses who already knew where his steps would direct him. A subtle nod and slouching back in a bar stool, looking over the small pink and white pamphelts. Merely to look busy for just a far moment, creating the illusion that he didn't want his usual meal and drink. A rhythmic tapping played across the counter top of the bar as his eyes caught onto the blonde in his peripheral vision.
