<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/tumblr_my88mdnFGs1t757z3o1_1280_zpsc4bf1073.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cody Galle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214848.msg10564839#msg10564839)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Neptune<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shibuya, The Great Burger<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th, 7:30-7:45ish<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, Dark blue shawl-collar pull over sweater, messenger bag.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Jacob/Jupiter, Trent/Mercury, Eden/Venus, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Cody's eyes followed each of the boys as they passed the buck on answering his question. He was starting to worry he had crossed some kind of line, or maybe the question was inconsiderate if some tragedy had brought the trio together. He stayed sitting upright, that soft smile on his face as he awkwardness of the situation itself made Cody himself feel sheepish for asking it. He wouldn't have pushed the topic after Trent's stumble through an answer, and the comments harkening back to the conversation that was happening before he showed up were raising more questions than he answered.<br/><br/>Jacob spoke up again and offered an answer he could actually grasp onto, giving a soft chuckle at how Jacob first meant Trent, "Now I'm wondering if you're just paying people to bully guys so you can play Hero." Any belief that Cody was serious or actually believed that statement was removed when he offered a playful squeeze to Jacob's arm. A gesture that was just supposed to be an indicator of his intent turned into admiration at the arm in his grasp. He pulled his arm and gaze away and cleared his throat a little, "Well it's very nice to meet you all. Good thing for bullies, eh?" He gave a short laugh, regretting his choice of words as soon as he said them.<br/><br/>Cody perked up at Jacob's explanation, cocking his head to the side and glancing out at the other two, "Fanfiction like... stories? About the Sailor Scouts?" He gave a short laugh, never having considered that people might consider the Scouts to be celebrities or heroes worthy of writing about. His first thoughts went more to a comic book or a novel than anything smutty. He tried to hide his excitement, not wanting to seem too attached to his own alter ego, "Are they fiction or non-fiction? I mean... are people documenting stuff that actually happened or just... creating their own conflicts?" His gaze turned to Eden, as he was the one who apparently showed preference for the story in question.