<strong>Name:</strong>Them<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Park<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Cinnamon, The Hare, and eavesdroppers, of course.<br/><br/>They stiffened in response to Cinnamon's panic, dark eyes with too many minds working behind them focusing on the male who had dubbed himself The Hare.<br/><br/><em>He's handsome...</em><br/><br/><em>He's dangerous.</em><br/><br/>Upon that They all agreed, although They usually did when His voice made any declaration.  Rigid and wary Their body did not move, although They did cast a glance towards the terrified tart.<br/><br/><em>The belt...</em><br/><br/><em>Yeah, that's what she meant.</em><br/><br/><em>He's yummy.  Not sure why she's so scared...</em><br/><br/><em>Andi?</em><br/><br/><em>Still sleeping.</em>Silence, always a beat of silence after He spoke.<em>Drew?</em><br/><br/><em>If I must.</em><br/><br/><em>I might still be of use...</em><br/><br/><em>I'll watch.</em><br/><br/>It went without saying They would follow His lead.  The Hare was greeted with a mechanical nod of a head with too many masters as They held Themselves ready for whatever may come.