<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/58/Jknight.png)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jacob Knight<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blue jeans, an unbuttoned black blazer with a green shirt underneath that has a gold Crest of Hyrule on the chest, and a pair of black and white high-top converses.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mortocalous plane<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Isidora, Dre, Aaria; Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"You wound me with your pulled punched, Isidora," Jacob said as he put a hand on his chest and made a faux pout, but shot her a quick smirk soon after as he was just messing around, "But I appreciate the temporary ceasefire. And I promise that I won't use your PSP to bludgeon myself." He knew how much she liked her tech and would handle it with the same level of care as he often did with his own. Adjusting in his seat, the teen booted up the system and scrolled through the selection of games until he game across an older version of Monster Hunter. Perfect. That, in addition to the movie playing, would hopefully offer him enough of a distraction. He selected an empty save file as soon as the game was finished loading and proceeded to commence with his gaming. He'd ask her for a charger when the battery started getting low, but it was fine for now from the look of it. The mention of Issie in a skirt had caused him to arc an eyebrow at his friend. Now that would be something to see.<br/><br/>As he was busy naming his character, a comment from Dre caused him to look up and he shook his head. "Nah, I'll be fine when we land. But I'd still be up for looking around for a while," he said as the corner of hips curled into a grin. While he had never been much of a fan when it came to drugs and the said<em>meds</em>Dre was talking about since he liked to keep his mind sharp and focused, Jacob was always up to the idea of causing a little mischief. Who knew maybe they could also hit a few bars since they'd be once they touched Greek soil. Not like that would have stopped them otherwise, but sometimes drinking in public - like they already could in France - was more fun than in drinking private. Coming from someone that didn't like crowds, that was saying something. Of course each had their own separate perks, since depending on the company that was entertainment in private, the level of  enjoyment could sometimes be much, much better.<br/><br/>Feeling the bottle of water he had being nudged against his lips caused Jacob to crane his head away and shoot an interesting look at Aaria. It was half-puzzlement and half-amusement, but he flashed her a grin anyways. "I'm drinking it, I'm drinking it," he relented and took it up before taking another chug. The PSP was set in his lap for now, but when he was done drinking he capped the bottle and leaned forward to place it on the table in front of the couch. There was still half a bottle left, but there wasn't any point in downing all of it just yet. The estimated time of arrival was a little off putting for him, but it wasn't like they plane could go any faster. And shouldn't even if it could despite how much he hated flying. It was only a shame that teleportation wasn't invented. Yet.<br/><br/>"Given how long it will take to land, maybe a snack isn't such a bad idea after all," Jacob sighed as he started getting up out of his chair. While he didn't mind Aaria rubbing his back, or how nice it felt, he felt his stomach start to churn and this time it wasn't out of sickness. No. This time it agreed with the idea of a snack - as small as he could find for now - and maybe there would be something like that in the gallery. "What kind of fruit do you want, Dre?" he asked. He considered an apple for himself if there was any or maybe half a sandwich for now. Casting a glance back at Issie, Jacob asked, "Still interested in a drink?" While he wouldn't have anything for himself, she was the one that brought it up beforehand so it couldn't hurt to ask now that he was more up to walking around.