<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51%2Bt97SpO3L.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/esquireuk.cdnds.net/15/37/2048x2730/2048x2730-paul-newman-up-close-43-jpg-ea071a1a.jpg?resize=480:*)</div></div><br/><strong>Character:</strong>Julian<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Son<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Personal Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>His blue eyes glazed over at the large protection over his desk. He only saw green and red candlestick charts, volume being traded, and he sipped at a glass of sweet iced black tea. He shrugged, and turned off the display to lean back in the leather lounge like office chair. Throwing a hand on his forehead out of frustration. He knew he was bored, breezy, feeling accomplished, having eaten.<br/>'<em>alright</em>.'<br/>He got up. Peered around the corner from the door of his room, down a long wide corridor. Where he saw his parents and sister touching by the entrance Hall. He popped inside his room, waited until they were just past his room, and went outside where he saw Alana.<br/><br/>"Hey Alana!" Julian laughed, coming in for the hug.<br/>"Mom and Dad are doing it. I'm like, 90% sure.." And he laughed, scratching his head. "I'm about to head back inside and peek on them." He said, hesitantly, feeling his body rush like when he's about to make a big buy. Adrenaline started flooding to his body, thinking about---<br/>-<em>'Nope, that's just a boner, ugh.'</em>He sighed in frustration. She knows he's not the type to look for sex or relationships for that matter.