[center][b][color=007FFF]Abel Fulgurate[/color][/b][/center]

For a moment, the guardian was taken completely aback.  [i]This girl wants me to show her to the bowling place?[/i]  Abel dared to hope that he might have a chance after all, but internally he shook his head.  This wasn't like all the animated shows he'd watched back in Pallisade; in real life, the chances of stumbling into a relationship were laughably low.  That didn't mean, of course, that Abel wasn't willing to help her out.  Plus, not many girls smiled at him for no reason.  

“Yeah, sure.  Looking for my team as well.  Big boar faunus in green, and a white-haired tiger faunus with a talking ferret.  Bowling place's called Drury Lanes.  About a block north of the general airship landing zone.  Hopefully...or, you know, if the situation provides, our teams might meet at the airship dock in ten minutes-ish.”  He offered a craggy smile in response.  It wasn't an expression his face often hosted, he knew, which either meant that it'd be horrible due to lack of practice, or good due to saving it up.  Mentally, he bemoaned himself for thinking about such things.  [i]Stop concentrating on your face and work on something cool to say.[/i]  The guardian crossed his arms.  “Sound like a plan?”