<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e4/Micah_Armstrong.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Micah Armstrong</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>1-7</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Xander R. Isley</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Meeting his cute neighbour.</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/>He smiled. "Sure I'll grab some lunch with you." He cocked his head over his shoulder. "Come in, I've just got to get changed." He waved the boy in, clicking open his trunk and grabbing out some clothes. He was still dressed in his shorts and vest he wore inside the pressurized suit. He through on a pair of loose cargo pants, along with a change into a tight t-shirt which showed of his muscular figure well. There wasn't a whole lot to do once he had formulated the days weather reports on Antartica, lacking any soil to test, and as such he had spent a lot of time over in the gym for the 9 months they spent there. "Cute tattoo by the way" he said as he finished dressing, pointing to the heart on the boys wrist. "Come on, lets get some eats."