<div class="floatleft">(http://wallpapersqq.net/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/wallpaper-chris-hemsworth-face-hair-1920x1080p-photo-for-desktop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15114224#msg15114224)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>North Versailles, Pennsylvania<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5 July, 2019 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Grey cotton t-shirt, black shorts, white running shoes<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Harlan, Katie, Logan, Dominika, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He laughed, putting down the Nutella.  Him cordial?  That was a new one.<br/><br/>“I always wanted a bigger brother,” Jon couldn’t imagine being a father figure for anyone, at least not for long time, “Just a heads up, I’m not claiming the kitchen.  I was kind of starving.  There’s plenty of room for both of us.  Besides, if there’s anybody that would be calling dibs, it would probably be one of the others before either of the new guys.”<br/><br/>He picked half a strawberry and popped it into his mouth.  Harlan seemed pretty cool.  “I dabbled a little in different martial arts.  Maybe I’ll get back into it one of these days.  I loved watching Kung Fu flicks when I was growing up especially Jackie Chan movies!  Waa!” Like the big dork he was, he gave some exaggerated moves, emulating what he saw in movies.<br/><br/>“I remember trying archery once back in high school.  Mr. Barkin forbade me from picking up a bow again,” Jon shrugged.  It wasn’t like he did it on purpose.  It had been an accident.  Jon had dabbled in a lot of things, especially back in high school.<br/><br/>“I love video games.  Mostly retro stuff but I’m saving up for either a PS4 or a new PC,” It was slow going since he had other financial priorities, “And dancing.  Love to dance,” The man spun and pointed his finger out towards the ceiling in a disco dance that was obviously practiced and a fluidity that hinted at his skills.<br/><br/>He was about to elaborate on his other interests and divvy out the scrambled eggs to Harlan when their phones pinged with notifications.  Jon was slow to check since he was unused to the unfamiliar sounds from his issued phone.  He had automatically assumed it was for someone else.  When Jon finally checked his phone, he just stared in confusion.  What was that supposed to mean?  When the doorbell rang, the man looked over to see if anybody else was going to get it.  A guy came down the stairs.  He looked expectantly at the guy since he was probably one of the people that were there.  But the other guy started brewing the coffee, lost in his own world.  Maybe the guy wasn’t a morning person.  Indigo was the same way to an extreme.<br/><br/>“Uhh… hey.” He was about to introduce himself before he remembered that someone was waiting at the front door.  The man looked back and forth between the coffee drinker and the front door before he prioritized the door.  “Coming!”<br/><br/>He rinsed his hands in the sink quickly before turning off the faucet.  Jon was still amazed at how the size of the house as he reached the front door.  He wiped his hands on the side of his shorts before opening the door.  Thankfully, it wasn’t locked.  Opening the door, he gave a wide smile.<br/><br/>“Sorry, it took a while.  I’m still getting used to the place.  I just showed up.  Can I take your bags?" His voice was distinctly American, "Hey.  I'm Jon.  This is Harlan.  Anybody want any french toast or scrambled eggs?  I just got kind of started.  I cannot get over how huge this place is.  Come on in," The large man's excitement was practically palpable like a child on Christmas morning in the body of a giant.