<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Atomic Density of Sealing Wax"</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://metrouk2.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/rankin-hunger-magazine.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Antonie Jepson<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 21<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Hallway, Gottwald Center of Sciences | 9/2/16 3:43PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elijah Montero  <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">’<em>Planetary orbits aside, I think your gravitational pull is a bit much... maybe just try chatting me up, next time. I don't bite... much.</em>’<br/><br/>Tonie’s eyes gave a long, slow blink without his permission at the suggestion that he'd bite a perfect stranger. Or be bitten. He rather suspected he looked like an owl at this point. <em>Interesting fact about owls, their pupils can contract and expand independently of one another. They also frequently blinked only one eye at a time,</em> his beleaguered mind quoted silently at him. Coughing up the random facts was one of the many coping mechanisms he’d developed. And he knew this because MacCailín mentioned ‘coping mechanisms’ quiet frequently during their time together the previous year.<br/><br/>His eyes dropped to lock on the other man’s lips, watching as he formed the words he continued to speak. Tonie’s tongue shot out and dampened his lower lip. Clearly his body wanted to be ready to speak should he find his voice. But instead of saying anything, he just watched the lips as they curled around each word the man, <em>Eli. Montero,</em> spoke.<br/><br/>He almost missed the hand that was being held out in his direction. Tonie’s eyes finally tore themselves from Eli’s lips to focus on his hand. Without really telling his body to do it, he pushed off his elbows, gathered his feet and extended his hand, slipping it into the warm, slightly calloused flesh of Eli’s. Something sharp and electric arched from that point of contact all the way to the tips of his toes and the ends of his hair.<br/><br/>Tonie sprang to his feet and dropped Eli’s hand as quickly as possible. Only by sliding his still tingling hand into his pocket and clenching it was he able to stop himself from reaching up and patting down the hair he was sure was standing at attention on his head. Speaking of electric pull…<br/><br/>“Ton-“ he stopped, cleared the frog out of his throat and tried again. “Tonie. Antonie actually. Antoine Jepson. Thanks for...” he let his words trail off and nodded at the odds and ends Eli had gathered up and then the floor. From his new position standing, he noted that he was a bit taller than the other man. There was something about that he liked for some reason.<br/><br/>A little moue of confusion and dissatisfaction pulled at his features momentarily before he literally gave his head a tiny shake to dislodge both the expression and the strange thought from his head. <br/><br/>“Magnetic. Or gravitational,” Tonie said. “The pull would be Magnetic if one were using the correct terminology in that metaphor. Or actually more correctly Gravitational as you mentioned before.” There was a slight pause as Tonie brought his eyes back to Eli’s to finish his thought off. “If one were continuing with the theme as it originally started.” Tonie’s words got soft and quiet at the end. Almost as though he were talking to himself rather than the man across from him.</span></span><br/>