<div class="floatright">(http://data3.whicdn.com/images/35065896/large.jpg)</div><strong>Character: </strong>Myrr Cloudstrider<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining Hall<br/><strong>With:</strong>Draxus<br/><hr/>"Oh, got rejected, did you? And she was bossy? Man, don't be such a loser. You either go in there all hard-like and show them what's what, or you just forget about them. There are so many fish in the sea that you can just let the prissy bitches get old, and then they wonder where they went wrong now that they don't have a bunch of pussies chasing after them after they start going downhill," he grins. "Biff, want to come? No? Cool. Come on, pansy-ass. We need to get some meat in you and get you to work out if you want to ever amount to anything!" he laughs, throwing his backpack onto the bed he had been sitting on and hooking Draxus's neck inside his elbow and pulling him along.<br/><br/>"See there, are so many dames out there that none of them should become the main focus in your life. Even if you went through five a day, you wouldn't be able to go through all of them in your life--and one teleportation spell, and there's a new village to give a try. But if you act like a pansy, like what Biff said up there if he said true, then no girls want you. They're looking for a strong man, see?" he raised his arm at a 90 degree angle and flexed, the sinews bulging along where his muscles stood out. "Someone who can get in there and treat them like they need to be treated. Put away hard and left wet, see what I'm saying?" his grin widens as he drags the smaller man with him towards the dining room.<br/><br/>"But first, you gotta work on yourself, see? Now this is what a man eats," he grabs a large dinner plate and starts shoveling various types of meat onto his plate. "Duck, chicken, beef, pork... it's all the same. But you get that into your system, work out some, and bam, in a few weeks, or a month or two at the worst, you're Mr. Abs. Look," he says suddenly, holding his filled plate in one hand while lifting his shirt with the other, exposing his well-toned abs. "Look at these abs. I bet I could grate a carrot off of them. If I bothered to eat carrots, or needed them grated," he grins as he finds a place for them to sit.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Let me know if Draxus resists, in which case Myrr will let him go.</div></div>