The past few weeks since Kerberos had been busy. Asideslowly working on knitting himself a sweater with the glow in the dark wool, Flint was actually making good on his promise to Voyager to try helping the M
Today however, he was going over reports for
Silk Moth ioon the back between sketching a few idle ideas for both
Silk Moth and the store he wanted to open for lower financial brackets - he'd finished designing the charity program for shelters with some associates, both for Silk Moth and the new business. He had the deals. He just needed the name for the bloody sign company. Reaklly, he probably needed a break, but when he was inform,ed someone asked for him up front, Flint rapidly put his paperwork aside and leapt his desk, rushing out of his office. Either he needed to clean up a mess by an employee... Or someone was actually looking for him. Maybe even Voyager! Albeit likely not powered right now, and Flint practically sprint for the front, the young man almopst opverly-excited at the idea he might have a visitor.
He liked possibly having a few friends - he felt less... Different for it. Oess of another faceless rich b*****d, less unusual for being a soul identifying as a man, and more... normal.
So when Flint emerged he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary, dressed in a light tank top and some jeans, beaming brightly.
