<strong>Name:</strong><strong>Adell Zephyros</strong>(Color =<strong>Bolded Red</strong>)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Out for Icecream.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Eleanor Byrd Rose<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/3d7aebe92db19ffbe63200d2c27c9107/http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn249/ExSoldier-Of-Death/Adell1.png)</div>Eleanor flattered him far too much, but he had to admit that he liked the compliments. She was such a nice girl: respectful and friendly. Even though she had her shy side, she was always truthful to the best of her abilities. Adell hadn't said much as she spoke. He simply listened. An interested smile hovered on his youthful face as he leaned his cheek against his knuckle. The more she spoke, the less attention he was paying to her actual words and the more attention he was paying to her lips. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the way her lips wrapped around her words was somehow really attractive. She had such soft-looking lips. They were almost the color of light-pink roses, and were probably just as sweet. He did his best not to stare too hard, but he couldn't help himself. Eleanor was unique in many subtle ways that one would only really notice if they took the time.<br/><br/>Her comment about keeping her witch side a secret is what brought him out of the spell her lips cast upon him.<strong>"Oh yeah, sorry. I didn't think about that."</strong>He laughed at his carelessness and made a mental note to not publicly speak about that side of her. Unfortunately, he understood not everyone shared the same fascination as he did. She then asked for him to self-disclose his own information by answering the same questions he'd asked her. He was expecting such a response from her, but what he wasn't expecting was her enthusiasm. Those bright, beautiful eyes got wider and brighter in anticipation to his response. She was so cute it was unnerving, and unconsciously, his cheeks began to deepen in color.<br/><br/>He smirked in an attempt to feel in control of himself and spoke in a casual manner. Hopefully, if he spoke comfortably, it would quell his pounding heart.<strong>"Well let's see. There are just so many awesome things I could tell you about, but I don't wanna seem too cocky just yet."</strong>He smirked. It was obviously a joke, but one he hoped would give him a quick boost of confidence.<strong>"Well I may not be as fast as you, we just proved that earlier, but what I lack in speed I definitely make up for in strength."</strong>He grinned and demonstrated by making a tight fist and grabbing on to his arm muscle.<strong>"Not only do I pack one helluva punch, but I'm pretty good at taking a hit as well. And with as much energy as I have, I can keep going for hours nonstop."</strong>It was obvious he was very proud of his physical abilities, but who wouldn't be proud of something they trained so hard to perfect?<br/><br/>Adell enjoyed the idea of Eleanor liking him so much. With her, he felt completely at ease, yet nervous and reserved at the same time. He didn't want to make a fool of himself around her, but felt like she wasn't the type to judge him regardless. It was a refreshing change from the general feeling he gets from others. It wasn't the fact that people didn't like him, but rather it seemed people judged him based on his appearance. Red-heads such as himself seem to have a reputation for being loud, hot-heads, and someone as physically fit as himself seems to give him the appearance of a meat-headed jock who only cares about his muscles. That was only half the truth.<br/><br/>Adell was naturally hot-headed and impulsive, but he was a quick thinker as well. He can be loud, yes, but only after hearing a good joke or two. Besides that he is actually a very soft-spoken person with a smooth, charming voice and polite tone. Unless he's feeling cocky and playful. Adell is also not one to sit still for too long. He is a jock: active and athletic, and the strength of his muscles is very important to him. How else can one protect those he cares about if they lack the physical strength? His strength is not a weapon to undermine those beneath him, but a shield to protect everyone, both weak and strong. Those are his ideals, anyway, and this stubborn hot-head isn't the type to change his values any time soon.<br/><br/><strong>"As for redeeming traits... hmm...?"</strong>He thought for a moment to try and come up with a positive trait of his, and then smirked when he found the answer.<strong>"I'm actually pretty observant. I notice small things about people, like how you're able to feel other's emotions."</strong>He was thinking back to all the times where it seemed like she could literally read his feelings. He was hoping that he was right and didn't sound stupid, but he felt 80% sure that she could.<strong>"A pretty cool ability courtesy of your... <em>other</em> side I'm guessing?"</strong><br/><br/>Man... Eleanor has really beautiful hair, but he couldn't let that distract him too much. After finishing his ice cream, he had to resist the urge to bite out the bottom of the cone and suck the rest of the ice cream out. It was one of his favorite things to do, but would probably look extremely weird in public, so instead, he ate around the cone like a normal person. This time, anyway.<strong>"I think that's about it for me. I'm a pretty cool guy, and what you see is usually what you get with me. I'm one easy book to read."</strong>He smirked at himself as he got more comfortable in his seat. Everything was going relatively well. Aside from a nervous jolt his body experienced whenever looking the girl directly into her beautiful eyes, he felt pretty confident.<br/><br/><strong>"So, is there anything else you have in mind for the rest of the day? I was thinking of a nice game of tag."</strong>He smirked. It must have sounded like a joke, but he was actually being serious.<strong>"I figure since you're so fast, it would give you an opportunity to practice dodging. Also, it'd give me a chance to work on my speed as well. What good is all this strength if I can't catch anything, right?"</strong>He wondered if he sounded childish. After actually hearing the suggestion himself, he realized it probably didn't sound like something two grown teenagers would be in to. Was that a mistake?<strong>"Of course, if you don't want to, we could always do something else?"</strong>He tried to deflect, but she must have noticed. He shifted a bit uncomfortably. He knew she probably wouldn't judge him, but even still... that must have been a lame suggestion.