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King turned as Jess returned with the pillow case, a wild smile distracting from his otherwise burning eyes. At first he pretended not to hear her suggestion, hands instead shoveling stack after stack of bills into the makeshift bag, but he kept one out and let his face glitter with teenage rebellion. [b]"[color=ab2020]Make it rain, huh?[/color]"[/b] His finger looped under the plastic keeping the final stack together, pulling it loose with a swift flick of the wrist and wild chortle. Crisp twenties flew into the air as King drifted a hand over the stack, raining down onto the book covered study, raining down onto the shoulders of Jess, raining down onto the yet untouched desk. King couldn't keep track of just how many bills suddenly leapt into the air, all he knew was that the stack was well over one hundred dollars and all the money would be a hassle to collect later.

King let his hand drop when the stack was gone, staring at the papers and bills that collected at his feet with wide eyes. His chest rose and fell with heavy sighs, mind a collection of panic and excitement. A horrid combination for someone like Richard King. He saw the colors shimmer to life in the air and then fade away into static. He was fine.

[b]"[color=ab2020]Well, that was exciting.[/color]"[/b] King finally said, turning towards the desk idly. His hands pressed down on the mahogany goliath, feeling cool wood press back. It was serene and neat save for the few twenties that had drifted onto the empty space, and King hated it with a passion. His hand swept over the entire length in one rough motion, scattering as pile of papers and pens and books across it and onto the floor. The Zippo light in his back pocket weighed down on him like concrete and, without thinking too much of it, he pulled it back out and lit a single document ablaze. The paper rested between his thumb and index finger and burned, burned, burned. Orange fire licked up at him and rolled down the page, erasing whatever important information could have settled among the front of the paper. King only released it after the fire nearly burnt his fingertips raw and the only thing remaining was a single blackened ember. Then he lit another, and another.

[b]"[color=ab2020]Shit-- Jess, be a doll and open some windows in here.[/color]"[/b] He said in a toneless voice, watching as another document crumbled in his hands, [b]"[color=ab2020]Gotta get the smoke out before the fire alarm goes off, ya know?[/color]"[/b] He grinned warily down at an ember that settled in the palm of his hand, burning lightly. The next document he set off held his name and some scribbled information. He swore he read magic in here. [i]He knew, he knew didn't he?[/i] It burned away quicker then the rest, willed by King alone, and the fire took on a blueish tint due to his influence. It vanished with the rest.

He started on another.