<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/OprivateI34L37A267.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Danika Kincaid   (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13050270#msg13050270)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>One of the nearby lakes<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1 | Early Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>All Black...Mostly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5c/34/8b/5c348be0db07f6b5a94d693d3f00dfe8.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gabriel Summers<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Awkward Turtle >.><br/><hr/><br/><em>You got somethin’ against us spacefolk, hmm? <br/></em><br/>Gabriel’s accent deepened, highlighting the fact that he was not native to the region or country for that matter. It was still understandable though, even with its foreign cadence caressing against her ears. Until now, she had been unaffected by his physical appearance along with her silly attraction to him. Such things were easy to forget when overshadowed by her simmering rage. Their misunderstanding had been cleared, and there was now room for such childishness to flourish in her thoughts. It rankled her as all it did was complicate people’s lives.<br/><br/>Most of all, Danny abhorred weaknesses. Such emotions served no benefit. She observed others with close friendships or sexual relationships but all she could find was complication, betrayal, and heartache. Sure, there were sweet moments but those always yielded to bitterness. Still, she remained envious of their laughter and warm smiles.<br/><br/>“Don’t feel bad.” Danika’s words were whispered rather than spoken in her normal monotonous intonation. “I’m an equal opportunist. I discriminate against everyone with unbiased vigor. I can’t say the same about everyone else though.”<br/><br/><em>Can we hug now? Hugs are...nice. They weren't really a thing back home.<br/></em><br/>Her dark eyebrows lifted in surprise upon hearing his simple request. Well, at least, it should have been easy and uncomplicated. The last person to willingly hug her was someone she now shuddered to hear their name being spoken from anyone’s lips. Part of her really wanted to hug Gabriel, wrap her arms around him until she could smell the intoxicating scent coming from his skin. “Let’s work our way up to hugs, eh? Would a handshake suffice?” She extended her hand out to him, hoping he would be satisfied. "What else did they not do back home...on Chandrilar?"