<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/>Edgar's grin just widens at Thorne's smile, dipping his head. The delighted giggle from the cat says Apple's job is done as far as he's concerned, generally feeling good with himself and life. He'd picked a good group, he thinks, and everyone seems to be having a pretty good time. Initial interactions are always awkward, sure, but pot makes that easier. So does food. He tears into a little packet of graham cracker cookies shaped like little bears, biting the head of one off idly as everyone talks.<br/><br/>Balor's interaction with Liam gets a snicker, though he's probably lucky Mr. Owl ended up being so relaxed. Maybe it was one of those natural versus nature things, Edgar muses. The compliment from Liam has Edgar feeling pleased; who doesn't like to be told they're attractive? Edgar really is quite content with who he is, but there's still validation to be had from social bonds. Heh, look at him, getting all philosophical. Gotta be the pot, he thinks, eventually shaking his head and coming out of his thoughts.<br/><br/>Dani coming closer has him directing his attention to her, smiling lazy as he looks up, arms under his head as he turns his body to look at her more directly. "My family is full of nudists, man, so more the latter?" He scratches at his chin, shrugging. "It's not about streaking or anything like that, you don't want to force something like that on someone, y'know? Not everyone<em>wants</em>to see someone naked. But like, it's natural, man. It's the way we were born, there's nothing inherently sexual about it. This country is just so prudish about the human body." There's some genuine irritation in his voice at the latter, it's evidently a bit of a soapbox. Still, after a moment he waves it away and is all smiles again.<br/><br/>"I just think people should be comfortable in who they are and what they look like, and society has this like, idea, right, about what people<em>should</em>be. But that doesn't work. Every body is different." Edgar tugs thoughtfully on a dread, also adding, "That, and I just don't like clothing. I'd probably be sitting here nude if it wouldn't make anyone uncomfortable."<br/><br/>He doesn't say it like he's upset at the fact, just factually. Edgar is all about making sure people are as comfortable around him as they can be. He's not sure what to do at Dani's comments to Thorne, unsure if he should step in or say something. It isn't like he can defend Thorne's 'prick', that likely wouldn't go over well. For now he keeps an eye on it, waiting to see how Thorne reacts. Elle and Dani seem to have an interesting relationship, too, and Edgar thinks he'll never understand girls.<br/><br/>"Horror films are good," he agrees. "Not big on the gory ones, but like, the ones that make you think? Those are great. Uh, Color Out of Space a few years back, with Nic Cage? That was awesome," Edgar adds enthusiastically. "Pumpkinhead, huh. That's a like, revenge thriller, right? I haven't seen it, maybe we can watch it this summer," he offers. "I love cheesecake, but it's a little like cheese danish. Very uh, cheesy. You either like it or not." He nods, getting exactly what Elle means. He just happens to<em>like</em>cheese and sugar.<br/><br/>"Not long," he answers her. "But everyone takes to it a little different. Some get anxious, some get euphoric, some get sleepy." Edgar gestures, like it's a grand mystery of the world. "You never know until you actually do it." Devina offering snacks has him letting out a pleased noise though, and he leans up and half-invades her space to get a better look at what's offered. "Hey, Doritos!" Edgar cheers. "Thanks Dev, you're pretty alright." His voice is warm, and he meets her eyes with a smile. "Sorry, do you prefer Vina, Eve, or do you just use your full name? Devina?" he sounds out, seemingly enjoying the way it feels coming out.<br/><br/>"Naw, I think if we were going to draw attention we would have. Besides, we have Mr. Owl as lookout," he points out. Up in the trees, the owl hoots reassuringly. "You'll laugh, but I'm secretly really into classical. I'll listen to basically anything, though," Edgar answers.