<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3c/62/78/3c627830a7799f98cd16ef91ab5499b3--muscles-beards.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chase Calston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289260.msg14216583#msg14216583)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Bisexual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a1/60/06/a16006e57950cdd5bef3dd86ffe48a2b--tribal-shirt-hipster-outfits-men.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day one - Midmorning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cabana on the beach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cian | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“Don’t forget about the sprinkles and glitter.” Chase added, not really sure what he was talking about anymore. Rainbows, sprinkles and glitter. Sounded like a the perfect decorations for a pride parade. Chase took a moment to regard Cian a little closer while he took the time to search around for anyone who may have captured his eye based on first impressions.<br/><br/>Erupting in a short burst of laughter at his reply, Chase reached up with his free hand, idly scratching at his short beard. “Does Chris Harrison know about this?” He leaned in, as if they were sharing a secret. “You know, I think he’s single, now.”<br/><br/>Cian sat down next to Chase, which prompted him to lean back and take a swig of his drink. He pointed out the tattoos on his left arm and asked about them, which was a smooth way of getting closer. He had to hand it to Cian.<br/><br/>A grin stretched over his face as he pointed out the moth on his forearm, which looked much more like a butterfly than a moth. Despite it being shaded, it was detailed enough to look almost real. “This is an Atlas moth. It’s the largest moth in the world. Well, technically.” He held his arm out so that Cian could more closely examine it. “The males don’t eat. After they burst from their cocoon, they live on reserves and their sole purpose in life is to find their mate. Once they do and the female lays her eggs, the male dies.”<br/><br/>He smirked and took in Cian’s reaction to the grim tale. “It’s a symbol to me. About lots of things. Like the cycle of life and the simplicity of it. The fact that not everything is as it seems.”<br/><br/>Moving his arm and flexing subtly as he did, Chase then pointed out the large portrait of a grayscale day of the dead themed, woman’s face which stretched practically all along the edge of his bicep. “This is in honor of El Día de los Muertos, or The Day of the Dead.” He shrugged a shoulder faintly. “I love the celebration and the styles. Maybe it makes me seem cryptic, but I can’t help it.” He chuckled softly. “The idea of living on even after death, because my family and friends are celebrating their ancestors on this day, is just… comforting to me, I guess?”<br/><br/>Chase’s grin went lopsided before he took another long swig of his drink, then sighed out a breath of refreshment. “Not that I meant to get too deep too soon.” He hoped that wouldn’t ruin the playful, light mood. “What about you? Any ink? Want any?”