<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, 7:30-7:45ish<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Faded blue jeans, white tank top, leather jacket, dog tags<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Venus, Mercury, Cody, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Grinning down at Cody, Jacob lets out a peeling laugh. "It certainly seems like it, huh?" He says in response to his comment about paying off bullies. Shrugging, he continues. "I just hate seeing people being picked on or taken advantage of. If I can do something to help, why shouldn't I?" He scratches the back of his head a bit self-consciously before adding, "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." His tone of voice obvious that he's quoting someone. "I truly believe that. If everyone just sits by and watches.. nothing would ever get done." Glancing around he realizes he's somewhat gotten onto his soap box before leaning back, a bit sheepish but it's honestly what he feels.<br/><br/>Finishing his burger he drops back into the conversation as it turns around fanfiction again, Eden commenting on tumblr. "Graphic is a good word for it, from what I've heard. I haven't really seen much of it myself, but I've heard people talking about different ah, 'pairings'? People putting the different Scouts together in awkward positions. It's kind of amusing, really. I can only imagine how the actual Scouts would take it." He says, eyes flicking to Eden and Trent with a half-amused expression on his face. About to add to the topic, he pauses when Eden measuring his penis with oreo cookies comes up. Turning to look at Trent, he raises his eyebrows. A smirk hovers on his lips and his blue eyes light up in glee. "Are you saying you've never measured yourself? I definitely have." He asks, one hand playing with his glass vaguely suggestively as he thinks about it. "I'm not sure about oreos though.. that's an interesting measurement. I think I would rather use peanut butter cookies, really." He adds, turning his gaze on Eden. "I wonder how many I would be. Something to test."<br/><br/>"As far as there being two teams.. I just figured they were split up to cover different parts of the city, or had different tactical abilities. I suppose there isn't really any way to know without asking one, huh. I don't see that happening anytime soon." He says, laughing lightly. Still, the thought remains. What is the other Sailor team like? It's hard to tell through uniforms, after all.