"I will keep that in mind." He shouldn't, but he will. That's the kind of thing he knows will creep right back to the front of his mind when he is alone at night and can't sleep.
Ash snorts out a laugh. "Not going to lie, I can absolutely be a dick when I get too competitive. But, sometimes, a twelve year old really is being a cunt and needs to know it." He is hardly a good, mature grown up by societies or most adults standards. Sure he plays the part of heroic warrior for his kinds cause but there is a list of red flags that would send most people running. He likes three kids and has no issues with mouthing off to the rest.
"It's not a big hotel, doesn't have a casino. Under two hundred rooms." Usually he would brag. Yet another charming personality trait. He doesn't feel that need with Kavinsky, which doesn't happen often. "Again, with me being honest, for who the fuck knows why...I like talking to you...anyway. Family comes from old money. I've made a lot more on my own. Do a lot of investing and buying property. But, the truth is I did it to impress a chick and because the hotel literally had my name on it. The Cromwell."
There were other reasons he made the move and bought the property. The hotel sits on a piece of land still ripe with the energy his kind protect. That is a secret he has to guard. Throwing money at a whole hotel for a girl fits with his eccentric, silicon valley billionaire persona he hides his real secrets behind.
"If that is the point then maybe I really did win and am actually a great poker player."
For all of the ways he is flawed there are some things he tries to get right. Like how he treats the people in his life. Ash spent years showing he cared by buying things and shoving money at people. Then he lost someone and learned that what mattered was everything else and he started to pay attention. Ash bumps his shoulder into Kavinsky with a soft laugh. "Hey, sometimes the nerds are gorgeous, six foot four men with tattoos and blue eyes. Maybe you are the nerdy research type and you just don't know it yet." He batts his blue eyes playfully at K as he hands him the drink. "You said you have power when we talked before. What could you do with that power that isn't nerdy or hurting people you don't want to hurt?"
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Ash snorts out a laugh. "Not going to lie, I can absolutely be a dick when I get too competitive. But, sometimes, a twelve year old really is being a cunt and needs to know it." He is hardly a good, mature grown up by societies or most adults standards. Sure he plays the part of heroic warrior for his kinds cause but there is a list of red flags that would send most people running. He likes three kids and has no issues with mouthing off to the rest.
"It's not a big hotel, doesn't have a casino. Under two hundred rooms." Usually he would brag. Yet another charming personality trait. He doesn't feel that need with Kavinsky, which doesn't happen often. "Again, with me being honest, for who the fuck knows why...I like talking to you...anyway. Family comes from old money. I've made a lot more on my own. Do a lot of investing and buying property. But, the truth is I did it to impress a chick and because the hotel literally had my name on it. The Cromwell."
There were other reasons he made the move and bought the property. The hotel sits on a piece of land still ripe with the energy his kind protect. That is a secret he has to guard. Throwing money at a whole hotel for a girl fits with his eccentric, silicon valley billionaire persona he hides his real secrets behind.
"If that is the point then maybe I really did win and am actually a great poker player."
For all of the ways he is flawed there are some things he tries to get right. Like how he treats the people in his life. Ash spent years showing he cared by buying things and shoving money at people. Then he lost someone and learned that what mattered was everything else and he started to pay attention. Ash bumps his shoulder into Kavinsky with a soft laugh. "Hey, sometimes the nerds are gorgeous, six foot four men with tattoos and blue eyes. Maybe you are the nerdy research type and you just don't know it yet." He batts his blue eyes playfully at K as he hands him the drink. "You said you have power when we talked before. What could you do with that power that isn't nerdy or hurting people you don't want to hurt?"