<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/2241994993/DerekThelerGray_Med.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jacob Donarr<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Jupiter<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shibuya, The Great Burger<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th, 7:30-7:45ish<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Faded blue jeans, white tank top, leather jacket, dog tags<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Venus, Mercury, Cody, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Playing with his drink, Jacob raises an eyebrow at the Wednesdays and Fridays comment. Smirking lightly, he comments, "So you're saving Princes the rest of the time, huh. Or is it all.." He waves a hand, nose wrinkling. "Behavioral Economics." The quotation marks around the term are practically audible. "Sounds more like what I would expect from one of your game bosses.." He adds with a mumble, huffing out a laugh. Pausing for a moment, he tilts his head and then continues. "Or maybe a lawyer." Not unintelligent by any means, if he considers something uninteresting or particularly dry however, he has a habit of poking fun at it. Not maliciously, he simply has an irreverent sense of humor.<br/><br/>Glancing around the room, he keeps an eye on the goings on of the random passerby. One never knows when they'll be called to duty, and after his tours in the Marines it's more of an idle habit now than anything. His eyes casually scan the room, a slow repeated motion as he watches the exits and entrances. One ear out for conversation he needs to participate in, he tilts his head at the word 'fanfiction'. Tuning back in, he glances over at Mercury's macbook. Blinking at the close up pictures of their individual assets, he resists the urge to laugh and grins at Trent. "Something you want to tell us, Mercury?" Leaning forward so that his side is pressed against the other Sailor, he hums as he looks at the photos. "At least they captured my good side.." Remembering the comment that originally brought his attention, his eyes flick to Eden. "Fanfiction? Is that what I think it is? ..Come to think of it, I think I've heard of that. Something about.. hm, what was it." His gaze goes to the side as he tries to think of the exact wording. "Jupiter slash Mercury slash Venus? And.. OT3s? Whatever those are." Shrugging, he looks between the two other Sailors to see if they can translate. Grinning somewhat sheepishly, Jacob would be the first to admit that sort of thing is not his strong point.<br/><br/>A few minutes later as the conversation continues, constant banter and teasing back and forth, his head goes up as he hears the 'thump' of something falling. Looking around the room, he spots the beginning of potential drama and tenses lightly. Seeing the argument begin to escalate, with the larger man apparently not willing to take the apology of the smaller, he grimaces. Evaluating the scene, he comes to the quick conclusion that the shorter one likely bumped into the other.<em>'Still, no need to be so rude about it..'</em>Deciding to get involved as the larger one reaches out to push the smaller, he stands. Giving a smile to Venus and Mercury, he leaves with a quick, "Be right back." Walking over to the pair, he crosses his arms and clears his throat. Despite the upset man's size and musculature, Jacob is still several inches taller and quite intimidating in his own right. "Here now, what seems to be the problem? It was just an accident after all, and he already apologized. No sense in getting upset about it, hm?" He tosses a wink at the smaller guy, grinning.