<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/DyLxkmN.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Roberto de Costa | Sunspot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manion Front Yard<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sunday, September 10th, Noon-ish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hourglass, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Playing some soccer when--oops!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as photo<br/><hr/><br/>Roberto just hummed, nodding a bit as he listened to Hourglass. Salem must really have been busy not to give the girl the full tour and initiation into life at the mansion. He tapped his fingers along the ground, but, he didn't press on the matter. Getting the feeling from the girl that she was one more for being on her own and not putting herself out there with people, he wasn't going to crowd her with offers to show her around and get her involved. Bit by bit she was reminding him more and more of Rahne, so aside from ideas of getting those two to meet...It would do them both good, he thought. Rahne needed more friends, and judging by the sketchbook and pens and pencils that Hourglass had, the two girls would have at least one thing to bond over.<br/><br/>"The mansion is a big place," he said with a chuckle, grinning her way, "I was here when it was first built and opened. I can't tell you how many times I walked into a cleaning closet, thinking I found a bathroom, or my bedroom. Still do it on occasion, too..." Winking at her, just to joke at being lost and tease about, well, what janitor's closest were usually used for, he shifted some. Leaning back, he put his hands behind him, propping himself up as his torso was put a bit more on display as he stretched some in the sunlight, humming at the energizing feeling as his body absorbing the solar energy. "Damn, it's a nice day out...But yeah, if you ever need a hand learning the place, let me know, hm?"<br/><br/>As she declined his offer, though...Well, he didn't her the declining. He just heard a girl that was unsure of what she could do, and that was a good starting point as any to help someone out.<br/><br/>"Ah, yeah...I'm from Brazil. And pretty much every country outside of America calls your 'soccer' as 'football.' Which, think about it, makes more sense...How often does American football actually use their feet with the ball? Where here, it's all about footwork," he explained, grinning at her. As she leaned back some, he glanced her over. She really was a pretty girl...But he didn't make a crude show of it, and grinned at her again. "I fell on my face all the time when I started playing. And it's about having fun, not being the next Lionel Messi, or...Hope Solo in your case. It's a good workout, too, if you're not one to hit a gym."