<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, 7:45ish PM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Faded blue jeans, white tank top, leather jacket, dog tags<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Eden, Trent, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Watching as Mercury slinks in his seat, trying to hide his reddening face has Jacob shaking his head. Amused, he bites back a laugh at the crack in Trent's voice but mercifully doesn't comment. He doesn't bother to stop his grin from widening however, or the slight wince as the other Sailor falls backwards.<em>'Graceful..' </em>He thinks, grin softening into a genuine smile. Glancing over the table at the fallen Mercury, he quirks an eyebrow and holds out his hand, offering to pull the other male back up. Pausing for a moment, his smile turns wicked. "You know.." He begins, tone musing. "I might have thought about you on your back, but this isn't quite what I had in mind." Sticking his tongue out he huffs out a laugh, showing that he's joking. Looking around the cafe he frowns at any diner paying too much attention to them, forcing them to rapidly go back to their meals. Being 6'5" has its advantages, especially in Japan. He is protective of his friends until the end.. unless he's the one doing the teasing, at least.<br/><br/>Sliding into the booth once Trent has gotten back up, he picks up a menu with one hand and casually tosses his other arm around the back of the booth. Glancing through it, he looks to both Mercury and Venus. "What's good here? Last time I got convinced to try a burger in Tokyo it had spaghetti on it and some sort of weird black bun. I am not looking forward to repeating the experience." His face goes vaguely nauseated before clearing. Humming to himself as he scans through the menu, he tries to find something that sounds relatively safe. He pauses after a moment before quirking his eyebrows back up at Trent, smirking. "So I'm a stud, huh?" He states more than asks. "Good to know." Catching sight of the waitress coming, he orders a C.C. Lemon before asking to have a moment to decide on his food, turning to glance at Trent and Eden to see if they know what they want.<br/><br/>After she leaves Jacob leans back, settling more comfortably into the booth as he smiles at both Mercury and Venus. Peering at the macbook, he tilts his head curiously. "Working on anything of interest?" He asks. "Or playing one of your, ah.. 'MMORPGs'?" His tone isn't mocking, merely inquisitive as he spells out the unfamiliar term. "I got that right, didn't I?" His eyes go up to the ceiling as he scratches at his stubble, trying to remember before he shrugs, assuming Trent knows what he means. "Preferably without any gaming jargon." He adds, laughing. "I get lost enough as it is."