/\Christian Urel/\ - Sam, Komari, Phoebe
Upon her request, he allowed the smaller girl off of his back with a smile. He trotted along behind the girl when she was done making her announcement when she was stopped in the hall by a very... demure... looking girl. High heels, done up hair, even makeup. She certainly was gaudy enough to look the part of a movie star. As she talked to them and pointed her eyes downward, Christian cocked his head to the side. As an artist he could clearly see her overconfident aura nearly coming off of her in spades, yet she acted shyly now. A quick glance to the corner told him why. Cameras. Cameras everywhere. No wonder why the prima donna was feigning shyness. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. Naturally his thoughts were not voiced nor did he take the time to sign them. He would not let his distrust of her shine through, and he wouldn't want to risk looking like a tool in front of her if she could read sign language.
He looked up as Sam came in, finding once again that he towered over everyone there. Not that he minded. Christian rather enjoyed that nature about himself, it made him stand out even if he could not voice his uniqueness. In a group as well, he felt especially happy. Two out of the three around him could 'hear' what he had to say. Words were not necessary however, as in response to Sams suggestion Christian's stomach let out an angry gurgle, demanding sustenance. He blushed and scratched the back of his head, his body jiggling as though he were laughing. It went without saying he agreed with Sam.
Upon her request, he allowed the smaller girl off of his back with a smile. He trotted along behind the girl when she was done making her announcement when she was stopped in the hall by a very... demure... looking girl. High heels, done up hair, even makeup. She certainly was gaudy enough to look the part of a movie star. As she talked to them and pointed her eyes downward, Christian cocked his head to the side. As an artist he could clearly see her overconfident aura nearly coming off of her in spades, yet she acted shyly now. A quick glance to the corner told him why. Cameras. Cameras everywhere. No wonder why the prima donna was feigning shyness. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. Naturally his thoughts were not voiced nor did he take the time to sign them. He would not let his distrust of her shine through, and he wouldn't want to risk looking like a tool in front of her if she could read sign language.
He looked up as Sam came in, finding once again that he towered over everyone there. Not that he minded. Christian rather enjoyed that nature about himself, it made him stand out even if he could not voice his uniqueness. In a group as well, he felt especially happy. Two out of the three around him could 'hear' what he had to say. Words were not necessary however, as in response to Sams suggestion Christian's stomach let out an angry gurgle, demanding sustenance. He blushed and scratched the back of his head, his body jiggling as though he were laughing. It went without saying he agreed with Sam.