<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2f/f8/b6/2ff8b6327f323407ec8153f38d2671a5.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Pharon Draelig (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147073#msg16147073)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong> Darkness<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Corpo Casual (https://artignition.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Matt-Zeilinger-Cyberpunk-Ideas.jpg)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 12 April 2050, 4:00PM.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Raven City<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Olena<br/></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Olena, like the other feminine members of their group took his hugs with precaution, as Pharon liked to give you just enough of a squeeze to let you feel his love...the only problem was at nearly ten feet tall and half as wide, a <em>squeeze</em> from him was comparable to being put in a pneumatic press. Unlike a press though, he knew where to stop, and that was when he felt the tiny bones and cartilage in a person start to flex and pop. She asked how many days it had been since they saw each other and his response was "I'm...not sure? Keeping time in this world is different from our own. Oh! Wait!" He pulled out his phone and checked the calendar. "Ten days. When we all had dinner at Catty-Wampus." <br/><br/>She pointed out how her armor would've been a rather big draw, and he nodded as his would as well, which was why both of them were dressed so well in normal clothes. She complimented him back and he grinned, fixing his jacket to look a bit crisper on his frame. "Sorry, it's pretty impossible for me to look nearly as good as you, Poppy, or Sashiko...handsome as I am." As he held the door open for her, she mentioned how she'd skipped lunch so they could experience more places. He'd done the same, and because of that he was definitely ready. "I could eat a horse." <br/><br/>Scrunching down, he squeezed into the backseat on the other side and was thankful the cars in this world were advanced enough to carry his weight comfortably. She explained the theme of the place they were going to called "Harbinger", and asked if the food sounded like something he would be interested in. "It all sounds delicious...except the <em>small plates</em> part. They should fix that. More is better I find most of the time." She told their driver where to go, and in a short while they'd gotten out and headed into the building. He held the seat out for Olena, nodding when she thanked him, then took his own seat. <br/><br/>He downed the entire glass of water immediately, asked for another, then started studying the menu religiously. He had just finished going over it for the second time when Olena asked him what he was going to try. "Everything sounds so good I don't think we'll have a choice but to like it. As for what I'm getting? Hmmmm. I think I'll go for the Crispy Potato pave and the St. Louis Ribs for the snack. The chicken over charcoal and the pork cheeks for dinner. And the pineapple for dessert. You?" He was just as interested in her choices as she was in his.<br/></span><br/>