<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6d/cb/d3/6dcbd37d72c6071bbec088a752438ac5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Destrian Brand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149670#msg16149670)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Fire<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Biker helmet, jacket, red T-shirt, and Army-green jeans.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 April 2050, 8:30PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Streets of the Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Reese<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Not a comforter<br/><hr/>Things became…even more awkward. Destrian lowered his hand when Reese responded so emotionally to what he had said. Had he hurt her feelings? Really?<em>Gods</em>, he thought, and here, he was trying to make sure she didn’t embarrass him at the dinner unintentionally. It was one of those moments where he retreated in his helmet. He didn’t know how to handle these kinds of people, and he honestly didn’t want to deal with it. He hated this.<br/><br/>“Don’t worry about the shoes,” he told her, and the irritation in his tone was evident. He watched her retrieve some strange…he didn’t know what they were. They looked so small, and he wondered at first if he was supposed to eat them until she explained what they were.<em>Dim noise…</em>he probably needed to do that right now.<br/><br/>He noticed she was rambling, and she sounded as emotional as Jake, but this was different. He had upset her. This had to stop, or it was going to ruin his night.<br/><br/>“Stop,” Destrian said firmly, holding up a hand with emphasis. “I am not good at this. I am not like the others. I upset you, and I am sorry, and that apology is as good as I can do. I am not apologetic, and I am not a good person. So, your emotional rambling and disappointment needs to stop. I plan to see my comrades; I will get this ‘take out’; and I will return to base—<em>not</em>using the subway. If you need to talk to someone, the girls are better at that than I am.”<br/><br/>Destrian wasn’t the type to get to the root of other people’s problems. He wasn’t someone people could cry to about their issues for he frankly didn’t care. If he had ever cared in his life, it was before he became a Dragon Slayer and a criminal. He over time only became concerned about himself and his problems, and no one else’s.<br/><br/>He pocketed the earbuds and urged, “Let’s go.”