<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Darren.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d9/AchillesDisney.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Sheriff Darren Phaeton<br/><strong>Who:</strong>open. Mim<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1, morning<br/><strong>Where:</strong>jogging around campus<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None so far!<br/><hr/><br/>"You inviting me for breakfast, Sassy? You're too sweet."<br/><br/>Ah yes, one of his favorite troublemakers had found him at last. Mim Morgaine was a unique thorn in his side, being a dyed in the wool local like himself. She must have been out of town or in a coma all summer as he hadn't heard a peep since… that must have been May or so. She was a riot to banter with though, and he'd bet the verbal barbs actually let her restless soul burn off some steam in a safe way. So he'd take the hit for the community, because that's what he did. Grinning suggestively, he ran the wet shirt over his neck and hair one more time before wringing it out.<br/><br/>"Ah, but I like my company wet and sweaty," he chuckled and gestured for Achilles. The big dog fluidly moved to place himself at Darren's right hand, but shifted closer to the girl at a tiny gesture from his human. It served to let Darren lean well into Mim's personal space to wrap a big hand around the shoulder harness draped over Achilles' back. Stifling a grin at her reaction to his damp hair tickling her nose and ear, he dragged the heavy leather straps past her bare arm and side. The holstered gun brushed her leg as he pulled it close and slid the straps up his strong arms and letting it settle with familiar reassurance around his shoulders. The leather on his bare skin felt strange and probably looked stranger, but it would do for now.<br/><br/>"Who needs friends when I have you," he teased and stepped around her to grab up the soft-sided bowl and dump out the water and tuck it back into its pocket on Achilles' shadrack. "Now, me and the big man here are wondering," he gave a daring grin. "Think you can keep up with us with those skinny little chicken legs?"<br/><br/>Not waiting for an answer, he took off at a quick jog, tossing his damp shirt around his neck. He could use some sun anyway so that he didn't end up looking too much like a pasty, fuzzy Viking barbarian.