<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/367683602978177038/956956079558897685/BarnOwlPlushie.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/y65EY7V.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Edgar "Apple" Appleton &amp; Mr. Owl (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145796#msg16145796)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Black sneakers, white socks, blue bell-bottom jeans, tie-dyed t-shirt, brown vest with beads</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 5th, 9:00pm</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>The Orchard</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Liam, Devina, Danica, Elle, Thorne | OPEN </em><br/><hr/><br/>Baphomet bumping his hoof to Edgar's hand has the hippie laughing softly as he pulls back after, making an explosion noise and opening his hand, almost in mimic to a firework going off. His good mood seems like it can't be dimmed. "Hey, more snacks are always welcome," he says, nodding in appreciation to Elle. He catches a bag of chips as it goes flying out, and Edgar is left blinking in slight shock. "Whoa, snack delivery. I can dig it." He's trying to open the bag with his teeth when Ellie's stuffed animal comes falling out of the bag, and he ends up mumbling half-around the plastic. "You okay, little uh. Dude?" The last is slightly questioning, because he's not really sure what to refer to a xenomorph stuffy as.<br/><br/>"Naw, they're not all like that at all." Edgar eyes the path the stuffed animal had taken, glancing reflexively up for Mr. Owl. He gives the stuffed animal a thumbs up, who waves and hoots back at him. "See? That's my owl. He's a chill dude. Keeps rolling his eyes when I ask him about the center of a tootsie pop, though," he says, sounding almost thoughtful about the fact.<br/><br/>Dani talking about her tits along with calling him 'my dude' has Edgar grinning. Not in a 'caught' way, but rather he just likes her energy. "Naw, it's not like that. Not that you're not beautiful," Edgar stumbles, for the first time seeming less smooth. "Ah, not that any of you aren't attractive...?" he checks, not wanting to have offended anyone. Rushing on with a cough, he continues, "But feeling nature all around you is totally different without any barriers." It is, truthfully, not sexual with him. Rather, he simply wants everyone to have the best time possible.<br/><br/>Liam blurting out that he'll join him has Edgar offering a fist bump. "Right on!" he cheers. "Maybe when everyone is more comfortable with each other?" Edgar suggests, in hopes of no one feeling obligated or uncomfortable. "Or you and I can some morning," he muses, scratching at his chin. "Especially if it's raining out. There's nothing better, man." He trails off for a moment, seemingly distracted, only to be brought back at Baphomet's words. "I don't know about hedonist, but sometimes it's fun to let go of all the trappings, y'know? Like, we wrap so much around ourselves, sometimes we<em>lose</em>ourselves in who we're supposed to be." Edgar nods sagely, gesturing as if making a grand point. "But when it's just you and the sky, all that falls away. It has to."<br/><br/>He winks at Devina as she stutters, hoping she knows he wouldn't pressure her, or anyone. Edgar is already pretty sure he doesn't quite<em>do</em>sexual attraction the way other people do, anyway, but that's okay too. He's exactly who he's meant to be. Meanwhile Thorne agrees easily enough, and gets a thumbs up from the hippie. "Awesome, man. Yeah, we'll have to do that at some point then." It's a thought that has him leaning back against the rock, watching the group as the blunt gets passed around, pleased to see them bonding.<br/><br/>Everyone seems to cough at least a little, and Edgar shrugs a bit modestly. "It just takes practice, man. You'll get there," he encourages. "Gotta go nice and slow, sorta smooth like the lake, y'know? Try and push too hard and you get a wave instead of a still surface." It makes sense in his head, at least. Liam ends up talking snack food, which is a topic after his own heart. "Doritos," Edgar throws out. "I love the crunch of em, man."<br/><br/>Sad Kitty volunteering gummy worms has Edgar immediately sitting up and digging through the pile of snacks, audible letting out an 'Ah-ah!' as he finds what he's hunting for. "Here you go little guy," he says, holding an individual serving size package of gummy worms out to Thorne. He figures Sad Kitty is too shy to take it himself, but if offered by his human... maybe...? Either way Edgar gestures at the piles of snacks. "Help yourselves. Sit, talk. Relax. Hey, Take Five is great, too," he agrees. "Reminds me of this bomb cheesecake I had once, they did a little caramel triangle on top of it with peanuts and it was<em>so good</em>. Salty and sweet, yeah, exactly!"<br/><br/>Little by little the weed kicks in, and Edgar does his best to keep an eye on everyone. It hits everyone a little differently after all, and the different dose amounts likely don't help with that. Hard to gauge how much smoke anyone takes in, though. Elle's comment on the smell has Edgar bobbing his head. "Not exactly snack food, but it's earthy and pungent, right? Like sticking your head in some musty leaves in autumn."<br/><br/>Grinning, Edgar nods to Ellie. "Favorite horror film, then? You must be a sci-fi buff, right, to have that xeno?" he guesses.