Farom woke to the sun through the window, he hadn’t remembered falling asleep. His hands spread out, like he was tied to the bedposts. Blanket was spread under him, he gives a little shiver, shifting towards the edge of the bed, sitting on the edge. He notices the stacks of cash, lined up nicer then he had previously had been placing them. His glass still had a swallow of whiskey, watered down with the ice from earlier. He swallows it, shaking his head about the fact he had left it.

He smiles a little at the fact that she had been so good to make sure to clean up for him earlier. His hand stroking over his stomach, seeing a wisp floating around the edge of his vision, sighing a little. He quick takes a count, he already knew what he planned to purchase. The money for his down payment now in his hands. He looks through his drawers, searching out a clean shirt and a pair of jeans. The white shirt matching his fur, almost seems like he hadn’t put anything on top.

He doesn’t even look back to his apartment, "Come here voyeur, I know your there." He grunts. His hand growing slightly cold, like he was running water over it. A leash forms of mist, letting him drag the wispy voyeur, his mana flows into the spirit, details start to form over it, scales fill up the small spirit, it is about the size of a small dog, wings formed on it’s back, moving to rest on his shoulder like a cat.

Farom looks at the curious dragon, it cocks if’s head in return before facing forward. "Interesting ability you have picked up, I haven’t seen anything else like it yet. I’ll be sticking around a bit more this time." The dragon says as the rabbit licks his apartments door. None of his neighbors were there to look at him like he is crazy. Then again most thought there wasn’t spiritualists.

"Any news for me?" The rabbit asks. Climbing down a staircase, the almost endless steps were a nuisance, but kept him fit. Usually panting a little after the first three floors. Thinking why couldn’t he have gotten lower on the building then the 10th.

The dragon’s head shakes, "A few mages have been working on new spells, they are warded though." The spirit says and moves to clean a nonexistent speck from his scales. "A new Faerie circle has formed inside of the city, it has opened up inside of a new club. A Roc is nesting under the protection of sylphs, probably preparing to lay a clutch."

Farom rolls his eyes, this little dragon had always shared things that were sometimes important and other times bad. Finally reaching the ground floor, he once again wonders why he does it. The lobby had a couple of cute girls that he smiles at. "What kind of club for the Fae?" He asks, not even hiding his question from the eyes on him.

His hands were in his pockets, heading for the parking garage, the scaled dragon bobs his head, "It’s a night club, what else do you need to know?" Causing Farom to sigh at the fact he only knows there is a nightclub.

"Anything else?" Farom asks climbing into a hatchback. The dragon resting on his shoulder shrugs a little, he knew plenty of little events, but nothing that would be a major draw to others. He seems to try flicking off a piece of lint, more just fiddling around, his paw sliding through it.

"Nothing that might interest you. Unless your willing to travel a bit." The dragon says, watching Farom’s reaction. Nodding when he shakes his head, "Thought so." From reaches into the center console pulling out a blue shard that barely illuminates the inside of the vehicle.

"Here." he says tossing the crystal up, the dragons sinuous neck stretching out like a cobra, "You should stop trying to eat Roc eggs if you want to get a body again."

The dragon bobs his head, swallowing the crystal, he actually gains a little weight, "If they want me to stop trying, they should stop smelling so good." Farom chuckles a little and opens the window, letting the dragon hop out. He seems to glide each flap raising it towards the top and keeping it constantly moving toward the opening, never letting it’s feet touch the ground.

It is only a few moments for it to disappear, the rabbit clicked his tongue a little, thinking whether he should go up and grab the cash.  His head shakes a little as he starts up the car.  Taking his time to get backed up and starting to drive to a previously visited realtor.  The building was hidden in an almost residential district, a large plane of glass looking in on an office space, 2 hidden behind walls with one looking out.  A desk with receptionist behind it in front, the lady, a cow with heavy breasts, barely contained in a white top, looking at a computer screen.  She is chewing her lip as she watches the screen.  He chuckles and moves towards the door, it finally marked with the office’s times, and the name ‘Heifer’s Farm Realty.’

They weren’t a well known realty office, but they are perfect for what he wanted.  The fact they specialized in dairy farms made it the right style.  When the door opens, he hears the noise of something hitting a metal pail.  She notices him and shifts a little, quick to get the sound off.

Farom smiles at her, “Hello there, doing some ‘Market Research?’”  A smile on his lips at that.

She blushes red, “Persoanl interest mostly.”  She says eyes trying to not meet his.  The fact that she was able to watch at work showed just how slow they are.  “How can Heifer’s help you?”  The cow girl finally able to raise her eyes a little.

He smiles, “Personally, I’m a little thirsty now.”  Chuckling at her face turning a deeper crimson.  “But, I am hoping to talk about making a purchase.  Anyone in?”

She shakes her head a little, “I could help you with the first later, my names Katelynn.” She says with a smile.  “The second, I know they plan to be in tomorrow, they had me come in to write in appointments and take calls.”

Farom nods a little with his lips parted, “Well I don’t mind waiting a little if I need to.”  He says moving to bring out his phone to catch her number.  “Why don’t I get your number, in case you can help me personally?”

She has a bright smile on her face, “If your really thirsty, I do know my sister is home, and she will keep you busy.  I’ll give her a call and let her know.  Here’s our address, stay thirsty, okay?”  A look of lustful innocence on her face.

He is quick to agree and they say there goodbyes, he takes a moment to adjust himself, the fact that his pants were tented a little wasn’t lost when he heads out.  Taking the time to put the address in while he calms himself.  The days next destination already chosen.