<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 , 7:30-7:45-ish pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White jacket with powder blue stripes, white jeans, pale orange tank-top<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Mercury / Trent Attwater, Jupiter /Jacob Donarr , Open<br/><hr/><br/>Eden seemed rather excited to talk about the fanfictions until Trent had stated he didn't read them and began sinking in his seat.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>" ...Come on, don't you want to know what people think? It's kind of flattering...Some of them are really good... "</em></span>he'd state cocking his head to the side.  Elbows on the table as he draped himself half way over it to watch what the other was doing. Teasing his bangs a bit, fingers stroking through them once as he began trying to think of a way to explain them. It appeared that the Scout of Love had been doing some slight researching. Pouting his lips to the side. Tilting his brows and puffing his cheeks out a bit, that Guppy-like expression soon spilling a bit of air from his lips.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>" There is one thing that irks me, just because I'm short do they have to make me small all the time? I'm at least thirteen oreos, maybe fifteen.... "</em></span>he'd add in a simply tone as if that was that and there was no more room for input in that aspect. Who measured in inches or centimeters anyway anymore? He wasn't too fond of always being the bottom in pairings either, even if it was completely and honestly true that he didn't have the drive to top. Having too much of a love for attention to his back-side in every aspect.<br/><br/><br/><br/>After his little open moment about not quite liking how he was on the online endowment situation, he'd slunk back in a slouched seating. A heavy sigh spilling from his lips yet again as he slid down, seeming upset and a bit spunky about the situation. Not seeming to like the slight negative light he had been given on more than one account in those fanfictions. Eden's eyes lit up at the mention of OT3's and a specific one he knew he had seen. Those damn role-players and writers on Tumblr constantly using the Sailor Venus tag and playing as him only drove him to read each one he could that included himself. Fingers sprawling up to his mouth in delight as he smiled , holding back a bit of laughter.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>" I liked that one, Mercury Bubble Blasted everywhere as Jupiter Thundercrushed his... "</em></span>he'd blink, distracted as his food was brought to the table with an amused " Ooh " parting his lips. A sweet potato fry hanging from his lips as he watched Jacob wander off and defend the adorable stranger. Those big, glossy blue hues seeming a bit disappointed.<br/><br/>Not because of the bullying, or even much of Jupiter leaving. It was because the poor food had to suffer and may get cold upon its abandonment. Okay, maybe the other two were part of it too.  A bit, curious and taken back by whatever was going before Jacob had it handled. Still listening to Mercury while his head was turned, spreading his lips for an onion ring as he watched.<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">" He's like Iron Man with a nice butt..." </span></em>he's state in an almost brainless smooth tone that was completely serious, finally pushing the ring in his mouth and reaching for more of his delicious after licking and sucking in a clean and light, cute manner from his finger and thumb. Far too entranced by the man's back-side to be too supportive he'd just hold out his sweet potato fries in their medium container with his other hand as if to offer one for comfort.<br/><br/>Eyes following the two as both came to the booth and all of the group was introduced along with Cody, the new entry. He was cuter up close even. However something was different about this one. Some very small fraction felt like the other belonged with them on some level.  A hesitant short lived smile with a bubbly giggle however followed once Jacob chimed in on the past topic to hint that it could no longer be a subject along with a minor, loving tap in the shin from the boy's foot as Cody now sat beside him. A slow and confused glance slowly drifing to the boy at his side and then back to the group.<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">" Well, that... is a funny story... --- Right Trent? " </span></em>he'd question, tossing the lie over to someone else before blurting out something outrageous such as clog-dancing.