[u][b]Before Time Skip[/b][/u]

Ryan leaned back in his chair with a smug and prideful grin on his face after hearing Ace's reply. [i]She's going to town with me. And she thanked me for calling her Ace, mixed with some sexy Russian words to boot. Oh yeah, she's totally into me.[/i] Completely forgetting about his prior panic attack over the origins of the French toast, he grabbed the one that William had left behind for him and took another bite out of it. [i]Life is lookin' pret-ty gooood.[/i]

[b][u]After Time Skip[/u][/b]

Ryan, standing up in the bed of the UTV, was looking to find a good place to sit with the little space given to him. [i]Maybe if I- No. How 'bout- Nah, that won't work. Suppose I- Nope, too uncomfortable. Ah, here we-[/i] Suddenly, he heard Markus say something about it not mattering if they were ready and the UTV took off. "Whoa!" was the only thing Ryan said before he lost his balance and was sent onto his ass, almost throwing him out of the vehicle. "Oww. That hurt," he said as he rubbed his tailbone. "I think I landed on my keys." The rest of the ride though was pretty smooth, though the occasional blast of powdery snow to the face was annoying. Ryan glared at Markus' reflection in the rear view mirror. [i]You're enjoying this aren't you? Doing that on purpose. Jerk.[/i] Ryan then looked over at Ace's direction and stared at her, smiling. [i]Wait, what if she turns around? She'll think I'm totally creepy. Hurry, look away, Ryan. Look away.[/i] The amateur hunter then began looking in every other direction that wasn't Ace's, with the exception of an occasional, split-second glance.