[Evil Tink]

Solomon kept himself busy for only a few hours. He didn't want to keep Holden waiting. He sighed, remembering the tingling on his cheek when Holden's mother hit the boy. Being telepathically connected to him did have its downsides. Although, he was able to learn that the boy's father was proud of him, and was giving him an apartment of his own. Oh goody! Private time~ He smiled a bit, he always monitored his friends; even though he rarely made any.

After quite some time Solomon went downstairs and to the complex's parking lot. He paused in front of three vehicles: a black motorcycle, an imported mainly illegal parts black sports car and a very nice jet black corvette. He pondered a moment. He didn't want to mess up his hair, but he thought Holden would love a ride on that; the imported car was currently pinned and a cop would pull him over the second he left the lot; and the vet was in need of a wash. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
[Screw you ;D]