<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Daniels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007879#msg15007879)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>July 3rd, 2019 | After noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Living Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta? Right?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Delaney<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Devon tossed the cellphone into the air again, then once more, and then another time. The continually worried look of the hidden crew went completely unnoticed, even that one time he nearly had to dive off the back of the couch to catch it after bouncing wildly from his fingers. No sign of Cleo in or out of the Villa since he'd sat here. She wasn't in the shower, wasn't in the diary room, and wasn't in the backyard at the pool or kitchen. He still hadn't texted her, what with the Villa being a rather small place. If, sitting in the nexus of everything, he didn't spot her...<br/><br/>He caught tossed and caught the cellphone once more. Was she still at the Competition area? Or... was something else going on? If there was, why wouldn't Caroline have informed him?<br/><br/><strong>“Hey there… Do you mind if I join you? I come bearing gifts…”</strong><br/><br/>His attention was suddenly brought to the present as the rather luscious looking brunette that had planted a kiss on him approached with a tray of food.<em>Bondage Bikini!</em>he almost blurted out. Instead, he simply smiled to match her own grin as he shoved the phone back in his pocket, sitting up and leaning forward. He wasn't quite sure she'd take kindly to the name... or perhaps she'd love it. Ah, whatever. He patted the cushion beside him, sliding over a bit to help make more room for her.<br/><br/><strong>“Yes, it’s a cupcake with a poo emoji on it..."</strong>she said as she settled down with the tray. His brow furrowed a moment in confusion, but... yes, yes there was most certainly just such a cupcake on the tray.<strong>"But I have it on good authority that it doesn’t taste like shit…”</strong><br/><br/>"You may, but do<em>I</em>?" he asked suspiciously, lifting the shades to his forehead so he could get a better look at the spread. He immediately reached for, intending to grab the whole thing before discovering the divide in it. So he took the half with eyes, smirking as he looked right back at it. "Y'know, not only does this look like just the sort of thing some of my friends would bake, it's just the sort of thing they'd either lace with..." He paused, suddenly considering the cameras on him, "...medicinals, or with ex-lax." He placed the half down upon the tray as he smiled up at the brunette. "So tell me... what sort of cooties were added to the recipe of this sudden and unexpected offering?"<br/><br/>Faux-suspicion aside, he reached forward, grasping a tortilla chip and placed it into his mouth. The nice thing about getting actual chips from Spain? They weren't over-bearing with salt like all the mass-produced snack foods of America.