<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 , 7:30 pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White jacket with powder blue stripes, white jeans, pale orange tank-top<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Mercury / Trent Attwater, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Eden was lounging about at a London and Paris inspired Japanese cafe, a small black iron dainty fence keeping the outdoor cafe eating area nice and separated from the walking path of others and right on the sides of the entrance to the small and nice upper-class cafe.  Having been there with his popular friends til closing and planning on catching a cab or having someone cute walk him home? No, that was too cheesy of an excuse to just pick some guy with a single call for him to make out with in an alley and a bit of dry-humping before some cats in the alley ruined it all. Or at least that was what his...oddly specific thought process was. Having just walked out, holding a rather large strawberry milkshake in his right hand. The boy's left hand holding an iPhone6 in gold. Eyes scanning over a recent text, as he made his way to one of the rather cute and small tables. Lips pouting to the side after taking a drink. The boy's legs crossing. The college student cocking his head to the side, his legs snug in a pair of skintight white pants. A fair, faded orange in color tank-top exposed underneath his snug jacket. The white fabric with powdery-blue  stripes going around his. The hoodie fitted along his body like a second skin, showing off that lean frame. The thin material making it decent enough for this sort of weather.<br/><br/>The off-duty Sailor scout's jacket sleeves rolled up, exposing his arms and a rather nice hand-crafted bracelet (https://img1.etsystatic.com/026/0/8546511/il_170x135.542858531_smqk.jpg) with blue bands that matched the stripes on his jacket and gold winglets coming out of a round bead. Humming as he lightly nibbled on the straw now and again while on his phone texting. A poor habit, but it was a habit. Not something he completely noticed or paid attention to. Those large, frosty Bambi-like eyes glittering with reflections of his phone's screen before he'd momentarily glance up. those blue hues bright and vivid as they just barely widened.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>" Mercury? "</em></span>he'd mouth  through his straw in a curious manner  waving his free hand as he rested his phone on the table. However, having not been noticed. The Great Burger restaurant across the street from the way the boy had been looking to the left of the cafe? Giving a confused look as he cocked his head to the side , he was getting  a bit hungry himself. However, he knew he should be eating better and working out to keep up with being a scout and such.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>" Oh, Mercury... what a bad influence you are. "</em></span>he'd add to his whisper, blaming it on the other already as an excuse to stuff his face. Slurping at his still nearly full milkshake as he crossed the street and followed the other with a slight casuality to his cool step. Running his fingers through his messy fringe. The sides of his hair having been trimmed a noticable amount shorter from a recent trimming. Flipping that breezy tousled set of locks in the front to the side. Lips parting with a disamused sigh before a fair smile tugged at the right side of his lips. A sealed chuckle under his breath through his nearly fully sealed lips as he crossed the street after rising up from his seat. He'd push the door open and glance about before his eyes went directly to a booth with a certain nerdy-chic looking boy. Somehow managing to make it with his knee pressing into the booth's other side without the other noticing.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>" What are you going to buy me for dinner? "</em></span>he'd chime in with that Cheshire-cat inspired smile that was somehow still flirty and sultry. It was obvious that he was joking, but somehow there was still a seriousness to it all in the same with his toying tone.