A soft laugh escaped his lips when Kai asked if Jordan and Yara had yet found a solution to silencing his… habits. “See the problem with that is they’d either have to cut the strings of my guitar, which Jordan can’t since all of the guitars in that condo are vintage. Or kick me out, and we both know I’m far too lovable to be kicked out - though they have threatened it more than once. But could you imagine that? Me. On the streets? Begging for a home. I’m sure someone would pick me up and take me home like a stray,” With that, Riker leaned further into the log, getting comfortable in his newfound seat as Kai explained the situation with the devil… sorry, Akielah.
“Wait wait wait wait. So she’ll be with a wall away from me? Damn, Kai. If she’s staying with you I can promise you one thing. Neither of you are getting any sleep that night. I’ll plug in the amp this time so it really reaches the top of your two-story condo,” Riker grinned. Akielah and him had… gone after each other mor than once. Usually Akielah winning, and if Riker managed to get something through (the charcoal in the toothpaste that turned her teeth black for a week was epic) she’d come right back at him and hit him harder. So fear didn’t even begin to describe how he felt with the little 14-year-old. But despite that, she was a rad teen. For the most part, at least.
“Okay okay but what about other stuff. I haven’t heard any… hanky panky recently - which trust me, you’re going to get no complaints from me. But weren’t you the guy who came with me to that victoria secret party and left with two of the models within an hour?” Riker asked - more curiosity than anything else.