<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>September 30th, 06:05<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Train from Inverness<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>As pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"> Mood:</span></span></strong>Ballpark-ish (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7GB8IJs6ic)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Heading to Dellban<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Avery<br/><hr/><br/>His warm, easy grin turned to one that turned a bit more subdued but also intimate.  Avery was fun.  She came right at you, head long and that sort of thing he could appreciate.  He wasn't an idiot but he tended to think he wasn't smart enough (or patient enough) to deal with subtlety or sub-text.    His eyes met hers and held them as she half flirted and half teased him.  His eyebrows lifting slightly as he watched her with the spoon in her mouth and it elicited a slightly biting of his lower lip before laughing softly and speaking.<br/><br/>His broad shoulders shrugged slightly before he leaned forward, tilting and twisting in his seat some as he took off his jacket and crammed it atop his bag under the seat ahead of him.<br/><br/>"I'm alright at cranking my engine if I need to but it's like you pointed out."  He gently but without hesitation took the oatmeal and spoon from her, seemingly not bothered by the fact that it had been in her mouth.  He gave her a confident smile as he continued.  "I'm an excellent sharer."<br/><br/>He took another spoonful of the oatmeal, aware of the fact that the plastic was now warm due to having been inside her mouth.  He crunched the oatmeal enthusiastically before talking once more.<br/><br/>"If you can sing like I can run...then you're going to be extra problematic."