<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The trees<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 5th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tessa / Hourglass<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Talking<br/><hr/><br/>Bobby always tried to offer help where he could. Lighting a fire was far out of the question, but grabbing an umbrella would have been easy and safe. Still, no need to force the matter. He calmly watched her dry off a little bit, himself ignoring the water and mud he was drenched in. Cleaning his clothes took no time at all, for him, and the cold didn't really affect him at all. He'd never felt truly cold since his powers developed, but he could remember it being unpleasant. It was in his new nature to try his hardest to offer kindness where it was reasonable.<br/><br/>Bobby listened to her speak, being a little unused to polite introductions he wasn't sure of what to say or do. So, instead, he just stayed quiet and paid attention. The offer of sharing stories was acceptable, since she seemed to be willing to forgive his past deeds. Her power sounded incredibly interesting, and it was something he could relate to in at least some way. The way he saw the world was not dissimilar to time almost standing still. Although not quite, and even to him it would be surreal to see everything entirely paused. He could imagine that causing some sickness.<br/><br/><strong>"Three years solitary confinement. Didn't have space for hobbies, right now I'm lookin' to find some. Just bein' outdoors in nature makes me happy though. I never saw a place like this 'till I came here. I don't really know what classes to take either."</strong><br/><br/>He smiled for a second and had a slight suggestion he wanted to make, but it wasn't very like him. After so long hating his mutation he was feeling more comfortable with at least the gentle half of it. He'd never been more than a weapon, but it intrigued him that he could impress or interest someone.<br/><br/><strong>"I can show you how fast I am. If you want. I've never really showed someone as anything past intimidation. But I don't mind the running part of what I do."</strong><br/><br/>He paused briefly at that statement.<br/><br/><strong>"It's, you know, the other bits. They aren't fun."</strong><br/>