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Dutch Warmblood X Cob 15.2 hh, 13 years old, Mare. Typical bomb proof, moody mare, quick to adapt, not likely to spook, lazy, solitary.



Pinto, 16.2 hh, 6 years old, Gelding. Good tempered, slow to adapt, not likely to spook, easily excited,

Hopefully they're ok ^^ I haven't gone overboard on effort :P I think I'd be crushed if anything happened to them otherwise xD Posted one in the IC, apologies for the shocking delivery :/ I'm not having much luck formulating words today >.<
- Mercy -

Mercy had spent the first day helping where she could despite Ash’s strong objections, having thanked Tony for kindly retrieving her forgotten arrows she had ended up spending most of the first day settling the animals around the farm whilst the others sorted the houses. The horses in particular had required a lot of her attention. She managed to keep going right up until early evening when Ash had taken her aside and forced her stop with a particularly grueling lecture. Too tired to argue she had retreated from the battle, flopping onto her allocated bed and slipping into an easy sleep.

Having woken up stupidly early Mercy had already invaded the shower, finding the entire experience to be positively heavenly. She couldn’t deny she felt great at this moment, it had taken a great deal of scrubbing to remove the dirt that accumulated on her pale skin but now it was gone she felt good about herself again, she had even found clothes that fit her in the house a plain white tank top that was a little too clingy for her liking but would suffice and a pair of straight cut jeans which she needed a belt to fit into comfortably, she’d also treated and re-dressed the wound on her left arm glad it seemed to be healing nicely, it would have healed fast if she’d let the air get to it but if they had to move again she wanted it protected from the shamblers.

She had tiptoed out of her shared room as soon as she was done and quietly made her escape to the barn waving a greeting if she happened across anyone but she didn't stop to chat though and quickly continued on to the barn. Within a matter of minutes she had managed to feed the larger creatures leaving Comet happily munching on her hay inside her stall, she had tied Bandit up outside Comet’s stable with a similar net of hay so she could give him a much needed groom, She'd also given the resident Cow a bit of attention and a large serving of hay to keep her happy...she hadn't even entertained the idea of getting everyone fresh milk for the morning, she wouldn't even know where to start. The Pinto gelding stood at a grand height of 16 hh and was well built, he still seemed rather unsettled although he was eating his hay every small sound had him lifting his head and snorting through his nose. Brush in hand Mercy gave him a few reassuring strokes with the body brush, smiling as he nosed her inquisitively. Easiest way to a horses heart through their stomach She thought to herself, moving the brush over his dull and dusty coat. “And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand” She sung softly to him, raising an eyebrow as he focused a long slender ear on her. “When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am” She continued, before humming along to the well known instrumental , this world was so lacking in music she couldn’t help but to occasionally sing to herself. She’d stored a great many songs in her memory, although she wasn't sure whether the melodies were right anymore.

“I don’t suppose you have a musical preference?” She murmured to the Pinto leaning back to look at his face, she was completely unaware of her surroundings despite Ash’s constant instruction to be ‘alert’ and ready for anything. Catching sight of her the gelding merely snorted loudly and continued eating his hay. “I didn’t think so” She chuckled lightly, before putting a hand to her head. “Oh good...I’m talking horses now” She sighed to herself, pushing her fringe out of her face she continued to flick the muck from Bandit’s coat. "Definitely signs that I'm losing the plot" She muttered to herself.
- Crash -

Crash noticed the blush that spread across her cheeks, his smile grew ever so slightly as she agreed to the trade. He was more than prepared to suck up the small amount of pride he still had for the sake of this trade, he nodded his head in answer to her. “Sure, thank you” He grinned at her lowering his hand from his neck as the color slowly ebbed back out of his face.He couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when she didn’t laugh about his strangest form, he was wondering whether it would come back an bite him on the butt at some time though. He was glad to see her smile broaden as he relayed his first memory of her, raising an eyebrow at her small chuckle he was completely unaware of what her first memory of him was, he felt like he’d missed a trick by being so vague with his questions. “Apparently so, I’m pretty sure I’ll be able escape the clutches of ‘festive’ jumpers this year” He grinned at her, pleased it had made her laugh.

Crash was visibly relieved at the way she reacted to his sudden confession, he hadn’t meant to bring up in the hopes of gaining her sympathy. The truth was once she’d seen the picture he had been worried it may have come up at a later date and catch him completely unaware. He’d prepared himself to get it done and out of the way now...like ripping off a band aid. He perked up at the mention of food, a grin quickly forming on his face. He opened his mouth to reply to her when she suddenly decided to abuse him with a rather forceful flick to the forehead. “Ow!” He exclaimed flinching back from the assault, he blinked at her clearly surprised by the sudden action, pulling a frown onto his face as he listened to her mutter looking taken aback by the sudden mood change as in the next moment she put a bright smile on her face. I’m pretty sure this smile means I’ve annoyed her in some way......I shouldn’t have mentioned anything should I? He thought to himself.

“Yeah...dinner sounds great” He murmured rubbing his forehead as he got to his feet. “I’ll show you out” He decided on saying with a small smile, leading her out of his room he opened the door to the beach house, reaching up he rested his lower arm against the door above his head. “Drop me a text when you want to meet up again” He decided on saying, hoping it was the right thing to say.
Oh Bam-bam...how many times do I have to tell you...anyone but Akira Beast shrunk back from Luke as he blew air down his nose at him, he placed his paws back on the ground watching the alpha slide out of his nest. Arceus...he did not wake up on the right side of the nest today The Arcanine thought to himself, noting the truth to Akira's words he nodded as if in understanding. Not sure he should relax even though the Ninetales had said she wasn't going to bark at him. "Yes Akira..." He murmured lowering his head to her before she left feeling a prickle of worry a the thinly veiled threat the alpha's mate issued him, he exhaled as she walked out. "Well...this is a good start to the day hmm Amara?" He chuckled to the only cub that had remained with him.He lowered his head to Amara. "Come now Amara, there's no need to hide. Would you come with me to find the others?" He asked her gently, water dripped off the end of his nose as he nudged her lightly.

His ears pricked as he heard another voice echo around his nest, he turned his large head to look at Kir offering her a toothy smile as he greeted her. "Good morning Kir, how are you today? Say Puff wouldn't happen to be with you, would she?" He greeted and quickly inquired as he got up and padded over to the door glancing to make sure Amara was with him before he dared to step outside.

- Bam-bam -

Bam-bam had been happily frolicking for a while now, moving slowly around towards Beast's nest,She skipped her way out of the long grass catching sight of Kirlia and Puff also making their way to Beast's hut! They must have heard about her, helping out Akira this morning. With this in mind she merrily skipped on, though as the previously mentioned Ninetales appeared out of Beast's hut she ground to a halt. Watching the majestic pokemon quickly move towards her, she felt a smile cross her face as she hopped out of the long grass a few meters in front of Akira. "Akira! HI" The Cubone shouted to her, waving her bone around so fast she lost her grip on it and sent it flying towards the agitated Ninetales. Oops... She put a hand to her mouth watching the bone soar through the air...prepared to bolt should Akira decide the bone throwing had been a purposeful act.
-Beast-

Beast's ears flicked back as he heard Luke ask where everyone was, the Arcanine looked down at his paws his mouth twitching higher into a 'guilty' looking smile. "Well about that..." He begun to say, visibly flinching as Luke's glare fell on him. "....they seem to have hopped away" He admitted,Quickly turning he shuffled the sleeping Amara off of his tail before he got up shaking out his large bulk, he reared up on his hind legs peeking out of the den, his eyes sought out the lost cubs. "I shall locate them straight away! No problems...I can assure you I won't let them cause any-" Beast rapidly begun to assure his alpha, just as an angry yell pierced the air, his tail drooped behind him as he breathed out the last word of his sentence. "-trouble" He lifted paw to his face resting it over his muzzle.

Although Luke's glare wasn't nearly as scary as Akira's soft smile as she appeared at his den not long after the yell had occurred. He inwardly grimaced as he overheard the Ninetales tell her mate they'd lost another house to the flames. Despite his large bulking form, Beast visibly shrunk in size under Akira's gaze even though her flames were ineffective against him...he still knew better than to push her buttons. "Ah, good morning Akira..." He greeted her politely, with a bow of his great maned head. "They're...OK, just missing a few of them" Beast admitted awkwardly, seeing the agitation in Akira's face he inwardly groaned. Bam-bam...had to of been , I'm not sure Rin would have the gall to "I'm terribly sorry about that! I'll get to rounding them up immediately...perhaps if you wouldn't mind watching over Amara whilst I do?" Beast asked, flicking his tail behind him.

As if things couldn't get worse for the Arcanine, Amara begun to stir beside him he glanced at her his ears flicking forward. The one cub that-ack! His thoughts were cut off as the young Azurill caught sight of Akira and proceeded to bury deeper into his tail after dousing the pair in water. Beast's ears flicked out to the side of his head as his soaked mane flattened against his face, he lifted a paw to his face peeling a section of it away from his eyes to look at Luke as he quizzed him on the whereabouts of the cubs. The Guardian Beast for once didn't hold the answer to that question, he sat back on his haunches resisting the urge to shake out his wet fur for fear of splashing Akira...and losing his nest. "...you see what happened was Luke...I may have overslept just a weeny bit" The Arcanine lifted his front paws holding them almost together in front of him as if this was a good way to tell the alpha how long he'd overslept. "And they may have...sneaked out" He finished, lifting his jowels in a sheepish grin.

- Bam-bam -

Bam-bam ran like her butt was on fire, the chances were that it already was! She was pretty sure her tail had been singed by Akira's wrathful flame attack...though she was secretly very smug about her antics, she knew she'd helped out Akira. The Ninetales was just too sleepy to see realize this...She dared a glance over her shoulder, skidding to a stop she turned to see the entire alpha hut up in flames. "Oh...wow" The small pokemon clapped her hands together in excitement. Well it was a normal thing to happen...but it didn't overshadow the fact it was still a sight to behold.

Not wanting to stick around and wait for Akira to emerge from the ash den Bam-bam skipped away from the alpha hill slipping away as the blaze died down, she didn't want to go back to Beast's nest. The old man was probably awake by now but she was sure he wouldn't find her newest trick amusing at all...she frolicked in the long grass by the village humming to herself as she dragged her bone club behind her, already on the look out for more fun activities to partake in. Unless maybe...the fun was at Beast's nest! Akira might want to thank me for helping her!
- Beast -

Beast was in his favorite sleeping position, on his back with his cream underbelly on show his front paws resting on his chest and whilst his back legs were stretched out in a V, the other end of him his tail was curled up around his side, his head was rested back on the floor and his tongue lolled out the side of his mouth as he happily snored away. His ears twitched as he heard a familair voice call to him, pulling him from his marvelous dreams of fire and running

He cracked open his eyes blinking twice before he was able to focus on the perosn who was talking to him. Oh...Luke came to visit...-yawn-...!...LUKE! Seeming to come round quickly Beast squirmed on his back for a moment before carefully rolling onto his belly, not wanting to disturb the cubs as he did. He pulled his tongue into his mouth rapidly, bowing his head to the alpha in front of him. "Luke! What a pleasant surprise! To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?" He asked, the corners of his mouth lifting in an attempt of a smile.

Smiling was something Beast had become very versed at doing, whilst he waited for Luke's answer he subconsciously did a head count of the cubs, his brow creasing as he was unable to locate Rin or Bam-Bam. What's the betting he found the muddiest puddle he could and is rolling in it...and Bam-bam is no doubt snooping out trouble Beast thought to himself absently before looking over at Amara who was still curled up on his tail, he nuzzled her affectionately before returning his full attention to the alpha before him.

- Bam-bam -

Now the other 'lost' cub was indeed snooping out trouble, apparently the youngster had woken up with the Giratina on her shoulder. She was currently skipping through the center of the village dragging her humus bone behind her as she hopped and hummed, her large hazel eyes looked around curiously trying to seek out her next target, by now she'd made her way up towards the alpha's nest. She ground to a halt as she watched Luke slither out of his nest, she skittered under a bush so he wouldn't see her, poking her head out once he moved off again. Her eyes returning to the hut expecting to see Akira appear at any moment...

...after minutes of waiting Bam-bam decided the fiery Ninetales was clearly having difficulty escaping her nest. Therefore she obviously needed rescuing from this most unfortunate situation. The young pokemon bounded up the hill, stopping at the door she gingerly poked her head through the entrance blinking at the sleeping heap of tails that was Akira. She needs some help getting up, Luke must have forgotten to wake her The devious pokemon thought to herself as she withdrew her head from the hut, tapping her face as she thought up a good way to 'help' Akira out. She could run in there and jump on her...but she might get blasted with fire...hmm, she knew what to do. With a quick skip of joy Bam-bam decided to do what she did best, she quickly retrieved a piece of bark from nearby holding it in one of her hands she tiptoed into the alpha's den positioning herself just to the side of Akira.

She took a deep breath before she begun to thwack the bark with her bone as if it were drum. "Wakey! Wakey!" Bam-bam sung out in a shrill voice, accompanied with the heavy thud of bone against wood. After a few moments of hitting the bark the young pokemon threw the bark in the air and bolted for the door, gripping her bone tightly even though her arms were flailing, she wasn't moving very fast and no doubt Akira knew exactly who had disturbed her.

Happy Beast

Narked off Beast



Name: Beast

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Defining Features: Three thin claw marks across the bridge of his muzzle.

History: Beast has been around the block, and is practically part of the furniture on Pharros, often seen bounding around with the 'cubs/pups' as he tends to end up looking after them. Despite his soft appearance, he's proven in the past he's a force to be reckoned with often changing temperament at the drop of a pin. Call him a mama bear but DON'T mess with his cub scouts if there is one thing he won't stand for is the youngsters getting hurt.

Personality: Beast's nature could be summed up with the word 'Guardian' because that's what he is. He's generally a laid back beast often preferring the company of the younger generations to escape being 'too serious'. Beast gets very nervous around others within his own age group often becoming withdrawn and unresponsive unless coaxed out of his shell.

Other: Beast's favorite pass time is playing with his fire based abilities.





Bam-bam



Name: Bam-Bam

Age: 13

Gender: Female

Defining Features: The skull perched atop her head has a split vertically down over her right eye hole.

History & Personality: Is new to the neighborhood so is a bit of a mystery, she loves to spin a tales about her 'heroic' past, though she's not much of a hero. She has a really short fuse and is prone to throwing the occasional temper tantrum when she doesn't get her own way. She is at that tender age where following the rules isn't nearly as appealing as breaking them, she's quite the little 'Queen bee' in her own little world, though she will listen to both the alpha and his mate. She can be bossy to those her own age but mostly she tries to sweet talk them into becoming her accomplices when on the hunt for trouble adventure.

Other: Bam-Bam's favorite phrases are ''Bam-bam' and 'I'm gonna wreck it'


Theme Song: - Currently undecided-

"Arceus is GOD."
- Crash -

Crash felt a rush of affection as she smiled warmly at him, his cheeks colored further at the fact she seemed elated at having it...it made him feel peculiar and tingly. His smile broadened as she asked if he had an after shot, he could hear the teasing undertone to her words. “Yes actually I do, it’s embarrassing...but I’ll suck up my pride in exchange for a picture” He had decided this wasn’t too much to ask for, she had one of him now. “Of you” He finished, his cheeks had colored further as he glanced sideways lifting his hand to the back of his head, clearly bashful over the request.

Crash knew he’d caught her unawares with his first question, it was apparent in the smug smile now dominating his features, clearly amused by her answer his shoulder shook as he suppressed a laugh. He watched her facial expressions as she whizzed through the answers, silently storing her answers away in his memory. He blinked as she lifted her hand to his head, flinching as she flicked his forehead blinking down at her with a surprised expression before his face creased up into a large grin upon hearing her answer and watching her poke the tip of her tongue out at him. Cute... was a common thought at that particular facial expression of hers. But her smile, when it reaches her eyes... He trailed away from his line of thought receiving Mario as an answer he shook his head, still smiling broadly at her quizzical look and shrugging helplessly at her. “Wow, great answers” He commented. “50 first dates is a top class movie, we should watch it together sometime with say...some sweet popcorn perhaps?” He offered, he hadn’t watched it for a long while but he figured a ‘released’ movie would be easier to try and get a hold of then a new one, he was aware she’d seen the picture of his parents but he didn’t address it.

Now sitting on the bed awaiting her questions, Crash leant back on his hands a warm grin on his face. “Sweet” he answered quickly, smugly knowing he had an advantage at this game. His thought processes generally hummed by at such a speed this type of game wasn’t difficult to play, yet again she had a knack for surprising him. “Jog” He answered with a slight twitch of his eyebrow, obviously he woke up first...did that count? His eyes followed her as she came to sit with him, he didn’t pay much mind to the space between them tilting his head to the side at her next question looking genuinely thoughtful. ...... That didn’t fare well for him, he was actually thankful of the extra time she unknowingly gave him, he decided honesty was the best way forward with this one. “Don’t laugh at this...Tinkerbell” He murmured his cheeks coloring ever so slightly at the memory that flashed through his mind. ...I’m not explaining that one He thought to himself as she fired another question at him, his smile automatically grew as she laughed. “11” He answered a few seconds in, his eyebrow hitching up at her next question, well it seemed to be more of a riddle. “A hole?” He decided on, adding a small shrug into the equation.

The next question caused a chuckle to pass through his chest So many times... He thought to himself “I think I’m at the grand total of 7 at the moment” He answered her with a sheepish look, that quickly faded as he was given another question. His cheeks instantaneously colored, his mind deciding to throw him several memories though one in particular was obvious. ’Ah...drumstick guy’ He released a short puff of air through his nose affection apparent in his smile. “The first one...when I was being a terrible excuse for a door and you bumped into me, when I turned around you were holding your nose and giving me a really unimpressed look, cocked eyebrow and all ‘Ah...The drumstick guy’” He chuckled to himself quoting her first nickname for him. “Right before you grabbed me and pulled me through that crowd with some very impressive dodging” He complimented having definitely gone past the allotted 10 seconds to answer that question, though whether it was strange or not his answer had been delivered rather quickly. Hearing one of his favorite sound he felt his expression split into a grin as she used one of his own questions against him. “Hmm, so much choice” He started deliberately looking thoughtful as he delayed his answer until the last few seconds. “Just to be different it’d have to be the frog shaped shower cap” He answered her with a soft laugh. “It’d suit me down to the ground, besides my Grandmother knitted me a reindeer sweater last Christmas...I’m positive she lace it with poison ivy, damn thing was so itchy” He commented with a quick grimace, reaching up he ran his fingers into his fringe looking up at the small selection of things on the shelving.

“A year ago by the way” He told her after a moment of staying silent. “I lost my parents a year ago to a fire...I saw you look at the picture, and I know I’ve told you about Mercy” He glanced sidelong at her aware he’d possibly switched the mood to a more sombre one. “It’s not a taboo subject or anything and I’ll not go all melancholy on it promise” He assured her, to prove his point he was still smiling in his normal warm way, maybe his eyes weren’t as warm as usual but it was pretty convincing. “But I thought I’d answer that for you instead of leaving you guessing” He explained his sudden comment. “Not that you were thinking about it...” He dropped his hand away from his head, looking around the room. “Hmm, thanks for helping me out with this by the way” He thanked her waving his hand at the shelves as if to show what he meant. “Was definitely faster” He grinned sheepishly at her. “What did you want to do next?” He asked tilting his head to the side with curious eyes.
Dragon form

Human form

In Dragon Form: He has black glass like eyes that reflect the sound waves he sees usually replicating the northern lights.

In Human Form: His pupil is a cloudy white color and a thin white film covers the rest of his eye.

Height: 6'0

Weight: 140

Name: Derek Keelan

Age: 300 Typically looks 19

Gender: Male

Species/Race: Dragon

Personality: Derek is a confusing combination of emotions; he can come across as a little grumpy and is often hesitant to join in childish games. He’s a rather polite young man, often charming especially towards the opposite sex whether they’re available or not although he follows certain rules of etiquette and frowns upon those that do not do the same. He’s obstinate in most cases and is a very prideful person perhaps even a little on the vain side, he takes insults very personally whether it’s a joke or not, although his anger may be brief he can be harsh in his reaction.

He can be a very possessive character, if befriended he views the person as ‘his’ relating back to the fact that a lot of dragons create a ‘horde of treasure’ Derek’s most treasured ‘possessions’ are in fact the people around him. He can be over confident, has a tendency to intimidate others and can be illogical and domineering. He seldom holds grudges and is generally quick to forgive others for their transgressions unless you really press his buttons. Derek seldom shows ‘affection’ in any way, he doesn’t believe in ‘love’ nor does he wish to find it. He believes he has a heart made of stone and will often say it doesn’t beat, which if you were to press your ear to his chest it would seem true.


Powers:

Enhanced synesthesia - (Also referred as a "siren's song") is the ability to visualize sound waves as colorful light waves and manipulate these lights by combining them with a particular emotion. Derek is able to see and manipulate sound waves, he uses sound to pull a picture of the world around him. Using the light from the sound waves he can wrap them around a person to 'see' them having perfected the art.

Mild Light Manipulation - He can manipulate the light created by sound into concussive waves or beams.

Advanced reflexes - he is sensitive to his surroundings being blind means he has trained himself to be aware of everything, its near enough impossible to sneak up on him. He can perform drop of a pin dodges, but at a human speed.

Natural Weaponry - Derek has a prehensile tail and tongue that he can pull through into his human form along with his draconic claws and wings.

Memory Transference: - Derek can transfer (give or take) memories by placing his hands over the individuals temples this power ONLY works if he has been given consent, he cannot steal memories or force his memories over to someone else. This ability can also allow direct "mind to mind' communication.

Dragon Form Abilities:

Great balls of...Acid? - He breathes a poisonous, sizzling acid instead of the traditional fire either in large plumes or balls

Atmospheric Adaptation - The user’s lungs acclimatize and respirate in/on any gaseous mediums, whether hostile or deficient, users lungs also filter away non-gaseous substances such as dust, asbestos, etc. They can breathe toxic gases instead of oxygen and survive montane, aerial, or terrene air deficiency, which are among the longest and most painful deaths the average human can suffer

Dermal Armor - he has or can generate an innate armor made up of scales as a part of his body, which is resistant to attacks, harm or pain and temperature extremes

Weaknesses:
Now I see you...now I don’t - Derek is blind, he can only see through the manipulation of sound via the light of his enhanced synesthesia. Without sound he’s lost.

Choose your poison - Derek is weak against his own poisonous emissions, the acidic compound can damage his thick scaly hide with ease.

Carmen Calandra - well anyone who can manipulate sound can disorientate him if they propel him with sound based abilities, the stronger the sound the harder it is for him to cope with.

Heart of Stone - Derek's heart is encased in a rocky shell, under a flap of scales on his chest, the shell protecting it has a weak point just visible at the center of it a well aimed spear could reach it, if they can get him to reveal it first. The rocky shell strengthens and weakens depending on how Derek is feeling, if you make him become 'soft in his nature' his heart becomes vulnerable.

Tone Death - Derek cannot create his own sound waves, they appear grey and dull to him. Therefore he has to rely on the world around him in order to see,

Soft Underbelly - The underside of Derek's dragon form is soft compared to the rest of his scaled body, it could be easily pierced.

Background: W.I.P

Study: Undecided

Character limit 5
- Crash -

Crash was clearly trying to think of some questions to ask her when her laughter caught his attention he raised an eyebrow at the object she waved at him. He took a few steps towards her, drawing up beside her so he could see what photograph she’d picked up. His cheeks tinted pink as he realized which one it was, he had forgotten of the pictures existence. He rubbed the back of his neck a small bashful smile wormed its way onto his face as she looked up at him her cheeks lightly flushed with a color. As if I could say no... He thought to himself keeping eye contact for a moment longer before he nodded his head. “Sure, help yourself” He told her, peeking in the bag to see what was left in it. “I hate to ruin the image but about two seconds after that had been taken I was vandalized with marker pens” He explained, a small chuckle passing his lips. Oh what fun it was...’Mr. Waterfront would you please explain why you’re late...and why you have ‘Show me your puppies’ written across your forehead?’...Could have been worse though He shook his head dislodging his current train of thought. “Ok so I’m going to give you the questions in quick succession, 10 seconds on the clock for each one, think fast” He announced that mischievous grin slid back onto his expression as he tucked the empty duffel bag in his hand under the bed.

“First thought on a chipmunk selling cookies?” He asked, for a moment there was a shadow of disbelief in his face as if even he was questioning his choice of question though the smile returned to his face pretty quickly. “Toffee, sweet or plain popcorn?” The next one seemed a lot more ‘normal’ in comparison to the first.“If you were an animal what would you be?” He couldn’t stop himself from grinning after asking this question, keeping his word he had given her 10 seconds after each question to answer, merely continuing on to the next once her time was out. “What is most important in life? Just use one word” he knew how time consuming this one could be, it was probably a little unfair but the whole point of the game was to get people to speak without being able to ‘think’ over the answers. “You have to wear one of these items, a frog shaped shower cap, knitted reindeer sweater or a pink tutu...which one do you choose?” He was barely able to suppress a laugh as the mental image of her wearing all of them invaded his mind, he cleared his throat trying really hard to keep a straight face. Sanic Sonic or Mario?” He shrugged after that one, apparently unsure where it had come from. “Would you like to learn to swim one day?” He glanced down at duffel bag after asking this one, after the allocated 10 seconds he was already onto the final question. “’How to lose a guy in 10 days’ or ’50 first dates’?” He finished, his mouth curving into a broad smile.

He waited for her last answer patiently, becoming slightly lax on the time keeping as he looked down at the other photographs passing his finger over one containing a couple, a woman with fiery red hair much like his own and soft crimson eyes, the man next to her had well kept brown hair and piercing blue eyes they were stood in front of the Eiffel tower of all places, both smiling happily at the camera. “See that wasn’t so bad” He announced turning to face her, with a small smile on his face, as he picked the rest f the pictures up moving over to the small cabinet beside his bed he tucked the photo's inside the top drawer. “Your turn, hit me with your best shot” He challenged her, his mouth twisting into a smirk as he sat on the edge of his bed reaching over and tucking the other empty duffel bag under his bed.
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