<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZkUqzm7.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/HDfKZf7.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Carter Jak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145246#msg16145246) &amp; Bully</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Loose fitting shorts, sneakers and a white-t. A stainless steel cross hangs from his neck<br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 7th; 8am</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Gardens</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Robin </em><br/><hr/><br/>Cj grinned a bit with a slight casual lean back into the void of air behind him like he had just successfully laid the smoothest of pick up lines on the choicest babe. “I’m not sure who I’m more embarrassed for here you for saying that, or him for it working.” The comment broke the lean as Cj’s face turned a bit red and he looked towards the nearby woods. “At least you didn’t go with the wood being in your pants.” The jock grunted. “I’m going to kick your butt one of these days.” Of course the bull had to have the same attitude he often hated. Pushing his boundaries with every comment and they were constant. Cj grabbed his cross for a moment and let it go as he walked slow enough that it was clear he wanted Robin to catch back up to him.<br/><br/>The question about the Falcons made his face light up, ignoring that Robin had gotten the name wrong twice and then almost formed the right name into a question. “They’ve been weak since Mike smith was head coach,” he muttered. “A big name wouldn’t hurt but if they don’t get a quality coach in there it won’t matter. Offensive line is kind of garbage too. Been feeling like I spend half the game yelling at the TV.” He smirked a bit at Robin. “But they are my team so I can’t give up on them. Though..” There is a loud groan from CJ’s backpack. “Holy fuck kid, he doesn’t care. It’s like someone stuck the most awkward damn kid as a sports announcer.”<br/><br/>A twig snapped under CJ’s foot as he turned around to face Robin once he was far enough and out of line of sight of any passerbys. “So… I didn’t expect to see you at this camp.” He swallowed, looking over his shoulder and then back at Robin. “But he dreamt of it alright, well that or you showing up at youth group,” a forced gag could be heard from the back afterwards. Cj dropped his bag onto the ground and glared at it. “Let me talk man, please.” While he didn’t get the okay he hoped for, there was silence that followed so something of a win there.<br/><br/>He turned back to Robin and rubbed the back of his neck, the steam for what he was going to say was kind of taken from him.“You always been a Falcons fan? I don’t think we’ve ever talked about it before.”  Cj shifted a bit and tilted his head at Robin. Speaking of plans, he wasn’t even sure what he was thinking with this conversation. Lured Robin into the woods to talk about what was their whole cabin’s version of “how about that weather?”. Might have been easier to think if Robin hadn't been pretty much naked bending over when he stumbled on him.<br/><br/>“Anyone else notice we still haven’t started looking for wood?” The voice made his eyes narrow and he sighed.<br/><br/>“Just felt like we haven’t gotten to talk since we got here.”<br/>