[Willowfern]

Kingston yawned and stretched as they got out of bed that morning. Their usually impeccable red hair was tousled and messy, and they grimaced at their reflection in the mirror.
“Tsk tsk, Kingston,” They chided themself, sliding out of bed and getting in front of the mirror, where they began to fix their hair, “Can’t be looking like a messy teenager, can we? No, we cannot be.” They smoothed down their hair and fixed it until it looked presentable. Perfect. Good. No more messy teenager hair.
Then, they dressed themself. A nice polo shirt and some slacks would do nicely (not like they had anything else to choose from. Their wardrobe was literally nothing but the aforementioned articles of clothing.). Today would be rather cool, so they put on a nice jacket and slid some gloves into their pocket. One could never be too prepared for a chilly morning.
They made themself a nice hearty breakfast, eggs Benedict, black coffee, and some bacon, with the fat taken off, of course. With breakfast, they read through the news. Oh? What was this? Two dead? Kingston chuckled to themself, they always loved it when they got in the news. Those two had been so weak. Seriously, that little mind trick wasn’t even the best they had! Jesus, that was the easiest time frightening someone to death they’d ever had.
It had been a little boring. Didn’t have the same rush.
Whatever.
When they finished reading through all the interesting articles, they stood up and made their way to the door, grabbing a to-go cup for their coffee as they did so, as they hadn’t finished, and they wanted a little pick-me-up from being awake past twelve last night.
Then, they set off on the sidewalk, headed towards Jill’s. In all appearances, Kingston James Amery. Though, in reality, they were Sovereign, planning their next attack.

Location: Walking to work | Open