[He considers a moment, but then sends an address in the Down, a rented space just off Riddler's square.]
Here. It's private and mine, had some work to do but done now.
[He glances around at the space that now feels more empty and open than it had before. All of the frames and instruments for various kinks were pushed to the sides, white sheets thrown over top them and the table along one wall that held drawers of plugs and restraints and any tool he might need. The only things left untouched were the bed and the two chairs under the single window, Chris himself sat in the overly wide one.
His eyes fall to the drawn circle at the door and the symbols along the walls, likely identifiably as Nate's magic and just waiting Chris' necromancy to be turned on. There's a stockpile of potions and charms befitting a small army stacked on and in the curio cabinet; Nick's handiwork that kept building in his quiet anxiety.
He needed to tell Caleb. It wasn't fair he was the last, but...
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Here. It's private and mine, had some work to do but done now.
[He glances around at the space that now feels more empty and open than it had before. All of the frames and instruments for various kinks were pushed to the sides, white sheets thrown over top them and the table along one wall that held drawers of plugs and restraints and any tool he might need. The only things left untouched were the bed and the two chairs under the single window, Chris himself sat in the overly wide one.
His eyes fall to the drawn circle at the door and the symbols along the walls, likely identifiably as Nate's magic and just waiting Chris' necromancy to be turned on. There's a stockpile of potions and charms befitting a small army stacked on and in the curio cabinet; Nick's handiwork that kept building in his quiet anxiety.
He needed to tell Caleb. It wasn't fair he was the last, but...
He waits.]