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</div><b><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-size: 26px">Clayton Barker</span></span><br/>
Chosen By:</b>Cernunnos (Celtic)<br/><b>Location:</b>Forest<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Noon, Dec 21st<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Dark blue t-shirt with 'YEEE BOI!' on the front in bright pink text, faded blue jeans with the left knee torn, black steel toe shoes appropriate for hiking, grey jacket with 'ARMY' on the front; unzipped.<br/><b>Tagging:</b><a class="username" data-user-id="9509" data-username="ravynraver" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9509/">ravynraver</a><br/><b>TRIGGER WARNINGS:</b>N/A<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/>"The shared kitchen area does, but the dorm room is really too small for that sort of thing. I managed to stuff a mini fridge in there so I can have my own stuff. Food and alcohol, mostly. I'm pretty sure half the people I've seen are too young to drink, anyway." Or maybe they were just at the legal age, Clayton really didn't know. In either case, he tended to feel like the cranky old man because of his age, because he was certain that he was a decade or so older than most of the people he'd met.<br/><br/>Looking down at the joint, he mused over it for a moment and decided that he liked the stuff he grew a lot better. It was smoother and definitely didn't cause the tickle in the back of his throat that made him want to cough. Looking up at the offer for seeds, Clayton slowly nodded. "Yeah, sure. I could get them to full growth and ready to harvest in a week or two. Quicker if I push things. I prefer not to push things 'cause<i>weird shit happens.</i>"<br/><br/>After taking another hit, Clayton slowly nodded at Rhys' explanation but then snorted. "Well, I mean, there's what, five, six different major pantheons here? The whole mandatory class I had to take was going on about how they're different, have different rituals, blah blah blah. Don't make much sense to me on why we'd<i>all</i>need to cleanse stuff. I mean, yeah, okay. I totally buy it that some require that. My dude, does not."<br/><br/>Once Fox made his entrance, Clayton gave the plant hound a fond grin, even as the beast maintained an idiotic look on his face. "Cernunnos, yeah. Fucker scared the bejesus out of me when he popped up the first time. But hell, I got Fox out of the deal, so it ain't too bad." He thumped Fox on the side with his hand. "Fox got his name because I'm really, really unoriginal with names and I'd been trying to find a fox I'd been sketching when I uh…Accidentally created him. He was my first attempt, so he's not put together too well. Bear and Wolf are a lot better, but they're kiiiinda spicy sometimes."<br/><br/>Frowning slightly, he watched Rhys' movements, very familiar with the tell-tale signs of some time of injury. A few of his military buddies moved the same way, but Clayton didn't ask about it. Wasn't any of his business. "I might do that. Don't plan on doing anything special, 'cept maybe heading to a bar or something on New Year's Eve." When the other man returned, Clayton leaned over and took the packet to lightly rattle the contents, then stuffed it into the backpack at his feet. "Gimmie a flavor to work towards? Fruity tends to be easier, but it depends on what I can coax out of the plant."<br/><br/>If there was any sort of flirting, Clayton was oblivious to it.