Kenny Chase, just your average teen in New Orleans. Well, not quite average, but ya know. ||Independent OC. I'd love to RP, just shoot me an ask. Mun & Muse 21+. Gifs and Pictures not mine. FC: Jake Bass.
God, this guy is one of my favorite ridiculous EU characters along with Elan Sleazebaggano.
He was basically just a random extra with an ice cream maker, but they gave him an entire in-depth backstory about how he was a member of the Rebellion and that ice cream maker contained a lot of vital data and basically he single-handedly saved the Rebellion that day.
“You got it,” said Roxanne, leading him around the first floor and noting all the features before going upstairs and doing the same.
The first floor was comprised of the living room, the larger of the house’s two bathrooms, the kitchen, and Chantal’s bedroom. “There’s no formal dining room,” Chantal put in. “There used to be one right off the livin’ room but the previous owner knocked the wall down and took it out to make the livin’ room bigger. So we eat in the little nook in the kitchen.”
The second floor was much smaller, and housed Roxanne’s bedroom, Sally’s bedroom, and the communal closet containing all their stage clothes. But not wanting to make Kenny faint in joy, they just told him it was a linen closet.
Chantal excused herself as Roxanne led Kenny into her bedroom and over to her closet. “Here we are. What would you like to see me in?”
He paid close attention during the little tour, smiling and looking around like he was in a strange gallery. It probably would’ve been a little boring to most, but these three were interesting and he wanted to get to know them a little more, at the very least he wanted to get to know Roxanne a little more.
The linen closet threw him for a tiny bit of a loop. With how the rest of the house was laid out, he didn’t really think they needed a closet that big for their linens, but he didn’t want to pry. Once they made their way to Roxanne’s room, he looked around a little. This was the really important space. He gave a hum and looked at a couple nicknacks, then moved to her closet to glance through everything.
“Actually, I want you to pick your favorite outfit, your prettiest outfit, and an outfit you don’t really wear all that often,” he said curiously. She had an awesome sense of style which would fit perfectly with what he wanted to do for these pictures.
It’d been three weeks since he’d seen Eddie. It might not freak him out as much if the boogeyman had a cellphone or an address or literally any way for Kenny to get in touch with him. He needed Eddie. He needed his touch, his kiss, his everything.
He was writhing in his bed. His entire body was too hot. His skin was too tight. He was just about to let his hands do as they pleased for the third time in an hour when his door opened. His cheeks went bright red and he quickly sat up, pulling his blanket a little around his waist.
“Kenny, we need to talk,” Beau said as he moved to sit down.
“About?”
“How long’s it been since Eddie came ‘round?”
Kenny pulled his knees up and took an offered cup of tea. He sniffed it and made a face. He knew the smell, but just couldn’t get used to it. The tea to help his pheromones was just awful. He sipped it and stared at the cup. “Kenny, I love you very much and I hate to see you like this.” Beau passed over a card and Kenny took it carefully, his eyebrows raising. “Don’t tell your Mom, but I had one of the kids at school make you a fake ID. You need to get out. You’re just gonna make yourself sick if you don’t.”
“That’s cheating. Eddie’ll b-”
“Kenny, when was the last time Eddie offered to do something for you other than have sex with you?” That made his stomach twist. “I know you loved him, but do you feel like he loved you?”
“Of course I do.”
“As cheesy as it is, think about that Enchanted movie. How do you know that he loved you? Did he ever make you feel loved or did he make you feel satisfied and tell you he loved you?””
“He...” Kenny downed his tea and set the cup on his bedside table. “He loved me, he just had trouble showing it cause he’s from a different time.” He pulled his knees up tight. He honestly couldn’t think of one thing Eddie’d done to show his affection other than kiss him or fuck him.
“I’ve been thinking about that. Maybe your soul’s keeper’s kinda like a reincarnation sort of deal. Your soul’s keeper is supposed to be how you carry on your line. Boogeymen are dead. They can’t have children, Kenny. Maybe in your last incarnation you might’ve been perfect for each other, but I don’t think he’s your soulmate this time.”
Kenny sniffed and leaned on Beau a little who squeezed him tight. “Woo, boy, you need a shower, then go out, get laid, and if you need a ride home, call me. I don’t care what time it is.” Kenny laughed and nodded.
“Thanks, Dad,” he said and sniffed a little. He took a deep breath and Beau smiled, rubbing his back gently.
“You find yourself a good boy or girl who you can make some pretty babies with and feel loved, but have fun first. You’re a good kid and you deserve to relax.” Kenny nodded a little, sniffing a little again.
Kenny grinned happily. It’d be bad to put it on Yoda’s collar, wouldn’t it? Nope, that sucker’s getting tied on tight so it won’t come off accidentally. “You fuckin rock.”
It was a hell of a boost to the ego to see someone so obviously delighted to go on a date with you, and Roxanne knew all about ego boosts. She laughed and nodded again. “You sure can, honey. Come on, it’s upstairs.”
Chantal held the door open for them as they passed. “That’s the rumor,” she said, winking at Kenny. “You make our girl look good now. It’d be a shame if all those hours at the gym went to waste.”
The interior of the house was just as colorful as the exterior. No two rooms matched, no cohesive style reigned. It was cheerful and pretty and random, just like the inhabitants had wanted.
Roxanne turned to Kenny. “Would you like a tour first or should we just get right to it?”
“I’d love a tour,” he said. Plenty of ways to get to know them. He definitely planned on making her look good, really, really good. Of course she already looked damn near good enough to eat. Of course, that could be the incubus in him making that comment...
He just smiled and followed Roxanne and Chantal through the house. It was always exciting to see the different ways people kept their houses. A house was a huge part of a life, literally one of the basics of survival, and so each one was a little different. This one was definitely a new one. He’d never been inside a stripper’s house. At least, as far as he knew, he hadn’t.
“Kenny suits you better than Kenneth,” said Chantal, positively beaming at him. When Roxanne had called and said there was a photographer coming to the house, she’d fully expected him to be the uppity, overly serious sort. She was more than happy her expectation hadn’t been met.
Her brows shot up in surprise even as Roxanne’s eyes went wide. “Well, now. You certainly don’t waste any time, do you, sugar?” Since her roommate hadn’t had any sort of negative reaction to the notion of going on a date with their guest, she saw no reason not to answer honestly.
“Nope, she ain’t spoken for and I’d be delighted to let you take her out. In fact, she has tomorrow night off, don’t you, Roxanne?”
Roxanne shook off her surprise and nodded, smiling over at Kenny. “That’s right, I do.” The request had definitely come as a surprise, but what the hell. She had nothing to lose. Besides, he really was sweet, and cute on top of it.
His eyes lit up at the answer. Oh, that sounded great. His mood was higher than it’d been in a month and it seemed it could only reach higher ground today. Knowing his luck these two were some other sort of creature that’d feast on his flesh. Oh what a way to go.
“Hells yeah. Now for the weird question, can I see your closet now?” He grinned at Roxanne then glanced back to Chantal. “I’m a photographer, amateur but still pretty damn good if I do say so myself.”
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