<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Kasper</span></div><br/><div align="center">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/244ob4n.jpg)</div><br/>Kasper stepped back to let Noxis take the floor, not paying attention as Dante slipped away. His eyes lingered on the swell of Nox's ass instead of what might be considered the more impressive shadow show. Kasper was seemingly as fond of Noxis as he was any broad he'd like to bend over. Yet bend her over he hadn't…<br/><br/>His eyes lifted unto her face, seeing that slight poisonous smile that lingered on those lush lips. Pupils slightly dilated and he could feel the little bit of blood rushing to his dick. She was something, alright… But that didn't keep Kasper from his wits. "Why, you gettin' attached, girly?" he gave her a toothy grin, "Didn't really peg you as the sort."<br/><br/>"What's with you anyway?" he addressed the softness in her tone, his eyes following as she sat back down. Shoulders slouched in a lazy stance, he tugged at an earlobe, a sure sign that he was growing restless. Turning away from her and straightening his shoulders so they spanned their full broadness, he swung the axe like a baseball bat once, then twice before turning his head to look over his shoulder at the blonde, "Wanna play?" he purred with a devious smirk. Of course, playing to Kasper was something gory and violent. Not that Noxis would mind.<br/><br/>Kasper easily grew restless, this was no secret and perhaps one sure weakness of his. He couldn't stand waiting, patience certainly wasn't his strong suit. And so somehow the gang had managed to take it upon themselves as a whole to appoint the position of babysitter for Kasper during these moments of peace. The position of babysitter was whoever happened to be left with him in his moment of boredom. And something gave away that Dante had foreseen this and had left just in the knick of time, leaving dear Noxis to take on the role most often loathed.