<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/u85qKi1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Trent Attwater<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sailor Mercury<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shibuya; The Great Burger<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th, 7:30-7:45ish PM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://fashionformen.info/pict/casual/595.jpg) & his glasses.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Eden, Jacob, Open<br/><hr/>"No, I don't. Who the heck thinks of measuring their penis with Oreos?....Besides you, clearly." The nerd responded, clearing up whatever speculations the other two males in their company had in regards to why the sandwich cookies had been brought up in the first place. Extending a finger to push up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he groaned on the inside as the talk of these nasty fanfics remained the hot topic. Mostly because thinking about them himself would inevitably make him a cramped in his jeans and the last thing he needed to do was pop a boner in public, especially with Eden and Jacob....the poor boy would never live it down.<br/><br/>"You forgot cute animal gifs. I can't decide if I want a Red Panda or a Baby Harp Seal. I'd like both to cuddle and feed." He smiled to himself. Pure thoughts. Cuddly animals over Eden's oreo stacked cock or Jacob thunder crashing his dick into the nerd until he blasted his mercury bubbles.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>And that's when Trent nonchalantly reached down to give a small adjustment to himself under the table.<em>"But....I'm interested in those that other Team...I wonder why there are two teams..."</em>. He mused aloud and would definitely bring the question up to Dominic once Team Venus would have their next meeting. They were all Sailor Guardians....didn't they all have the same goal? Why weren't they fighting together?<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Hsi3Q2k.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Malachi, Dark Prince of Passion & Beauty<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Luca Castillo<br/><strong>Where:</strong>ageHa<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th,  11ish pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>In Picture<br/><strong>Muse Inspiration</strong>: Fancy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0yOzQjYSmQ).<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Abaddon, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"We need to get you drunk then. I could use a little action right about now." He tossed back the remaining contents of his glass and stood from his seat, pocketing his hands as he threw a few more glances at a gathering of individuals who seemed unable to keep their eyes off the prince. As much as he enjoyed their admiration he brushed them off turning his attention back to his fellow prince.<br/><br/>"We're supposed to be staying 'Low Key' but that's not really fun right now. While we're lollygagging around, we could be gathering more energy." He sighed  as he glanced down to view his nail picking a spec of dirt from them and flicking it away. That was a no-no. Filth was not allowed to be on his person at all.<br/><br/>"Or you know, draw out some Sailor Guardians. It's always fun to see them struggle with one of our youmas. " the blonde prince tilted his head with an earnest smile, thinking of his enemies. "Especially the one in Orange. He's almost looks as good as me. Almost."