<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #33FFEE">Blushing, ears twitching slightly, he looked away. He had to think a moment about that question. While thinking, he got sidetracked for a moment; that was the same question one of his professors asked the first day of school this past year. He'd thought it odd at first, but then it got him thinking. Rather than just spew random facts about himself, it made him think a little more in depth about who he really was. Just like Rich's question made him think now.<br/><br/>He was quiet for a long moment before finally speaking.</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF">"I am....the youngest of three boys. Definitely mummy's little boy. Unfortunately, I come from old money and I loathe it almost as much as I do my father. I love to travel even though I rarely ever go anywhere but school, work, and home. I've been working in the same pub for almost three years. What else? Uh...I'm a film major and to this day I refuse to let anyone film me, including myself.</span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">Pausing for a moment, he had to think about what else he could tell this man. For some reason it had been much easier in an entire room full of strangers instead of just one.</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF">"....I'm not too sure what else to say..."</span></span>