<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/Rune_zps7a1efed1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name ::</strong>Rune Cashile<br/><strong>Location ::</strong>Outside the school<br/><strong>House ::</strong>Ravenclaw<br/><strong>Year/Titles ::</strong>5th Year<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>Friday, September 2, 1988 Noonish<br/><strong>What ::</strong>Tricky Trickster<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Ember, open<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>She watched him, and likewise, he watched her. She was endlessly fascinating in her own way. There was something... raw, primal, simple but in the best way possible.  More a child of nature than a child of man.  It made her stand out. However... "You know, speaking of foiled, you're supposed to peel the foil off. It's just there to keep the chocolate from collecting pocket lint and other not-tasty things," He said, while looking somewhat... embarrassed? That might be the best word.<br/><br/>As if sensing the impending clouds over her mood, Mori slipped away from her after only a few pets. He knew. He knew she was dangerous, knew what that change in energy meant. The cat did not want to be close to that negativity. Rune, for his part, hides his own worry behind the all-too-familiar Cheshire Grin he always wore.<br/><br/>She nipped at him, and likewise, he leaned in to give her a quick nip on the neck.  He couldn't help himself, he was a lover of women... though he does behave himself, at least in this. "She didn't send me. I sent me. You should know that there's only one thing that controls this crazy cat," He flashed her a smile that showed off all of his teeth. Probably one of the more fascinating things about him was the pointedness of his canine teeth. They weren't fangs by any means, but damn, they were a lot sharper and pointier than was typical. But, perhaps it was little more than an illusion, as fake and yet real as his false eye.<br/><br/>"I'm the wind that stokes your flames, my dear. A softly glowing Ember, kindled into a fire," He commented cryptically as she collided with him. He went to stand with her, and made sure she was alright... and actually resists getting a grope in there. He was usually very handsy, but a bit more subdued. He could sense her irritation, and thought that now was not the time for one of his idle gropings.<br/><br/>"So, are you feelin' it?" He asked when they were finally standing, and he began to move. "Feelin' alive? You know, some times, I think the world of dreams and the world of the dead are really close to each other." And that comes out of nowhere. Which, you know, is totally a Rune thing.