LOUIE CALVIN KLEIN
Piles of Tucci bags scattered across a flawless floor, rows of wine bottles across a personalized bar next to a single kitchen with supreme utensils and appliances. There is a queen-sized bed placed right next to entirely transparent, stainless windows that overlook the splendor of Honsenka from the very highest floor of the most esteemed luxury suite in the town. Everything was flawless and glistened like a jewel. The complimentary shampoos and conditioners in the rainfall showers easily exceeded the expenses most people paid for a full course meal. Room service was closer to having privatized servants than having acessible assistance, and the entertainment provided looked closer to a formal party than a lacrimavision playing in the mornings. For the average citizen, staying in such a suite existed on in their dreams while, for Louie, it was a reality that only barely reached his standards of living.
The young man with golden hair was sprawled across his freshly made mattress, wearing nothing but a pearl silk bathrobe with his iLac in hand. He was alternating between taking pictures of himself and browsing through MagiGram but didn't seem sufficiently stimulated by either activity. In other words, he was bored. Moreover, somewhere in his suite was Tuesday Dagger—a girl of his age whom he got along quite well despite knowing her for such a short amount of time. They both were of high class and had common interests, so naturally, they clicked quite comfortably, as the many different shopping bags lying across the floor and the fact she was even in his suite might have already suggested. Befriending the golden-threaded man was a feat in itself, considering how superior he was to everyone around him, but Tuesday was closer to an equal than she was an inferior and that was enough for him to feel comfortable.
Frowning at his iLac, he stared at it with displeasure as he rapidly deleted photos of himself over details noticeable only to him, until he became too antsy to keep quiet. "Mardi," said Louie, looking out into the room in search for her, "I'm beginning to have an appetite, so put something decent on." Mardi was what Tuesday would have directly translated into in his native tongue, so it was the nickname Louie had quickly adjusted to when he first met her. Not only that, but when Louie made suggestions, they often never came off that way. He never asked anything and instead demanded it is done or simply pushed people into appeasing him, which was never unusual to him.
KING OF THE WORLD
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