I felt a bit uncomfortable just…looking around as I heard Kal’s doors close. This place doesn’t feel like someone’s house, it feels like a museum. All of the walls were at least a double height making the ceilings extremely, extremely vaulted, making me feel dwarfed, the look of New York through the windows was from a height I had never seen before. It is a little odd though, that the penthouse is only a single story, usually you think of the penthouses being just…massive in height and floor space. Gellert stayed around me, intensely sniffing my hands and person like he was not so silently judging me.

I walked into the living room: my boots softly tapping at the marble echoing throughout the super expensive and lavish apartment, the fireplace wasn’t lit, there was a big TV above it, a massive black unit of shelves to the left with just a giant modern painting to the right of the fireplace. The shelves were studded with sections of books, picture frames and various little knickknacks and things. There were bugs pressed between thick pieces of glass, things encased in amber, little statues and for the most part…anything or everything. I walked over to look at the things on the shelves. There was a photo, recent too that I took off the shelves: it had Kal standing beside a guy in it, they were at a pub of some kind, Kal was hiding his face in his hands and had a party hat on, there was a cake with a huge roman candle style candle in it and the older guy had his arm around Kal’s shoulder and was pointing at him with the other hand. The guy was super tall, an inch or two taller than Kal, so pushing seven feet maybe, he had deeply sun-kissed tan skin with almost a golden hue to it, impossibly thick black hair back in a folded knot on the back of his head, the same eyes as Kal, but in a canary yellow tone, short thick facial hair and the same angular facial features, but he was extremely narrow and lithe of body unlike Kal and was also dressed far more casually, but that showed that swirls of what looked like tattooed scales covered his arms in golds, bronze and brass tones.

“Oh, you found the picture of Dad and I” Kal said making me jump a little before setting it back on the shelf and looking over and nearly fell to the floor, it’s my first time ever seeing him out of a suit, though this is the first time I’m really seeing him outside of work. He was dressed in very, very well-tailored black jeans that showed off how muscled his legs were, the guy could crush cinder blocks between his thighs and a very fitting dark navy blue shirt with a deep V-neck going down onto his chest and the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, tucked in and no belt, bare foot, no jewelry or anything, his hair was fully loose to coil over his chest…but weirdly, he was wearing glasses. I did notice that the chain around his throat usually is a pair of reading glasses he tucks into his vest, but he was wearing actual glasses, ovate and in a slightly thick black framed. The low widow’s peak of his hairline made this huge wave of bangs hang over his face to coil onto his collar and chest, his hair hung down to between his shoulder blades in thick, deep waves of wine red auburn.

“You’re…wearing glasses?”

“I usually wear contacts which lead to me only needing reading glasses, but…sense I’m home, I’m getting those fuckers out of my eyes.” he said laughing softly as he walked over, “Oh, that photo…Dad and I were at an old pub by where he lives in London, I hate celebrating my birthday, but he insisted and they…did that.”

“When was this?” I asked

“Ten years ago” he said with a short raise of his brow. “What…is something wrong?” he asked looking down towards himself.

“Its fine…just I haven’t ever seen you in something, not a suit.”

“Well, I’m not going to just casually hang out in suits. Let me show you around outside.” He added walking towards on of the doors, stepping into a pair of shoes that were by the door before just undoing a latch and pushing on one side and the entire panel of glass pivoted.