Name:  Andy, Drew, Andrew<br/>Location:  Park<br/>Tagged:  Cinnamon<br/><br/>They stiffened initially, taken off guard by the sudden embrace but the right One was in control to handle such displays of random affection.  Andy relaxed, one arm lightly wrapped around her waist, hand splayed across the dainty keys of her ribs.  The other stroked her hair while he murmured soft reassurance.<br/><br/>"No, no, dearheart.  No trouble at all!  We all adore Cat, she is one of the few things We all agree on."  He gently cupped the back of her head and leaned back, gracing her with his most harmless of smiles.  "Nobody will be upset, I promise," he cooed.  "In fact, she may be quite happy to see We've arrived."<br/><br/>And then she was gone, having ripped herself out of Their grip leaving Andy to stare at her in shock.<br/><br/><em>Interesting...</em><br/><br/><em>Let me deal with this...please?</em><br/><br/>The silence granted Andy all the permission he needed.  He took a careful step forward, moving slowly so as not to startle her further as he attempted to take hold of her wrist.  "Easy, easy," he soothed, like one would a frightened mare.  "We don't know this Hare, so there's no reason for Us to say anything to him at all.  We merely wish to find our beloved Cat, that's it, I promise!  The Hare need not learn of anything discussed between you and Us.  We don't wish to get you in trouble or...uh...cause you to lose your belt."<br/><br/>If she allowed him to grip her wrist Andy would encourage her to sit beside Them with a gentle tug towards the nearest park bench.  If not, then perhaps the soft, warm tone of his voice would suffice.  "Come, sweetling.  Sit with Us...," he patted the bench after he'd taken a seat.  "There's plenty of time, an over abundance of it, really.  Come tell us more of this room you adore, or how you take care of these lively park ducks."