<div class="floatleft">(http://i941.photobucket.com/albums/ad252/NekoTheSecretNinja/618818_zpse050e858.jpg~original)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eden Elks<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Venus<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Street corner cafe -> The Great Burger<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th , 7:45-ish pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White jacket with powder blue stripes, white jeans, pale orange tank-top , orange scout bracelet<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Mercury / Trent Attwater, Jupiter /Jacob Donarr , Neptune / Cody Galle<br/><hr/><br/>Eden, was as usual in a stereotypically good mood with the food in front of him and delightful conversation. It was charmingly perverted, which he seemed to have an innocent and naive knack for. His eyes wide and filled with curiousity as he heard a certain glasses wearing scout call him out on the oreo measuring and stating no one else would do it but, him. The blonde could not figure out for the live of him why they would choose not to. What else was there to measure in, really? Remaining silent as his eyes held Trent's reflection, that tilt to his head  as if he were going to say something possibly snarky if it were anyone else. However that head tilt ending with a boyish smile as he continued chewing as if nothing happened, always seeming to lack negativity just about outside of the rarest occasion.<br/><br/>Once Jacob chimed in with his preference for peanut butter cookies, it didn't take long for the scout of love to nod and then shrug. Pointing a single sweet potato french fry towards him. "<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> Wonderful choice, personally I choose oreos because they are milk's favorite cookie. "</span></em>he'd add with an affirmative nod of his head yet again to show he was done with his point on that debate of cookie measurement. Could anything beat the oreo? Never! Eden had just shared his possibly scientific logic with the world, or this group upon why he believes oreos would be the best tool of measurement. An almost essence of him helping with a presidential campaign could be felt near him, that...may have been a bit odd by how serious he was about it in how it seemed. Pausing, a few minutes later offering a few side glances between the group between his silent munching.<br/><br/>Eventually upon the ideas being tossed around upon the topic of the two groups of scouts, explanations being served with multiple possibilities the blonde found himself even more growingly curious if that could be some part of fate in how it worked out. It did seem that  from what he heard the other team was well balanced for battle as well. Could it be that they were meant to be split into two groups like this? Or.. no he was sure that their beloved guardian would have told them if that were the case, right? Eden tossed the ideas about with an extra long<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>" ...Hmmmmmmmm... " </em></span>coming past his sealed lips as he looked up and about the lights that hung above each booth before feeding himself another fry til he had ran out. Obviously deep in thought, which was odd to see him so serious unless they were talking about a mission or actually in battle.  His lips pouted to the side briefly as he kept his eyes on Cody, the boy would lift both brows.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>" I think they'll meet up eventually. Maybe some of the groups will mix up? As many as there are there is bound to be coverage all over Tokyo, right? I'm sure they won't stay separate forever, what if something really big happens?  "</em></span>he'd question with an almost sad expression to his brows as if that were what he was hoping for. However the moment the others took him seriously, a rather large burger that he had ordered was being lifted to his mouth , awaiting a response.