The Hibernian cinema is quiet. Clarabelle has long gone home, and Kenspeckle is up late.
Dabbling. Experimenting.
Making out with Solomon Wreath.
Oh, it started out innocently enough. The Necromancer had visited the Hibernian to interview Kenspeckle as part of a report he was writing for his latest project on magic and science in combination. As he spoke with the old mage, though, he became gradually less professional in his curiosity, and he was soon as hard as the cane he habitually held. Ahem.
Kenspeckle himself became fascinated by this intelligent, pretty young thing, and this fascination, as he soon discovered, was mutual.
Which led to this sight, one which would probably have made Clarabelle squeal with a fangirlish delight.
A/N: Kehe :33
~Mademise Morte, February 20
