<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/bf/c3/6ebfc36b81fb40f6459bc61db97bc405.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/06/73/28/067328c0031cbd466203df7e9c4bcdde.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>John-James "Thorne" Puckett and Sad Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146248#msg16146248)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Definitely Not Running Away, No Sir (https://64.media.tumblr.com/4d6ae9e23d58139fc1194b8c32ed238e/0f15bf877dd7ba82-77/s2048x3072/5842d32d7426f6f1a33281ee9cdfbfbec9c23b08.pnj) and Today's Make-up Look (https://64.media.tumblr.com/373a7f1f64a5971d85a3b4b321385b93/0f15bf877dd7ba82-dc/s2048x3072/2aca20144aa96f85b64433dff01a2613edc789d0.pnj)</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 12th, midnight</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Dining Hall</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Billie</em><br/><hr/><br/>Thorne glances at the bag Billie had shaken before matching her smirk. "Spray paint? Nice." Just because Thorne's preferred canvas was his face, didn't mean he couldn't appreciate art in other mediums. The fact that Billie's chosen canvas was public property was just a cherry on top, really. "Any particular target in mind?"<br/><br/>The other rebel's feigned indifference seems to relax him slightly, and he grins at her comment about him being 'pretty'. "Glad to see<em>someone</em>in this camp has good taste." Then after a moment to look her up and down, Thorne adds. "You're not so bad yourself." He stows the chips away in his bag but reaches over into his hood to grab one of the gummy worms from Sad Kitty. The stuffed animal doesn't seem to mind.<br/><br/>"Oh! We should!" Sad Kitty pipes up. "We want to make friends too!" Thorne gave the cat a half-hearted glare over his shoulder, though they had already hidden again, seemingly spooked by their own voice. "<em>You</em>want to make friends." he muttered. Still, Billie's words had him pausing. People didn't generally invite him to things, and when they did he wasn't entirely convinced they actually wanted him there. People certainly didn't show concern for his safety. Or try to stop him from running. Not unless they were calling the cops or his social worker. It was... weird. But, it had been something he always wanted, hadn't it? For someone to care? Thorne takes a sip of the pop in his hand and sighed. "Whatever, sure. It's not like I had other plans tonight." After a moment, Thorne seems to realize how genuine he had sounded and rushes to add; "And like you said, I'm too pretty to be bear food." He winks as he says it, a playful grin on his face.