<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/>"Thought of me on my back?" he mused aloud, not quite getting the innuendo. Though a few moments to think on it, the boy's face reddened even more, closing his eyes as it finally dawned on him what Jacob meant. Having actual companions was a new thing for Trent. The world of sex was very alien to him. He'd never even had a real kiss...at least, not in this life time. Ever since he had been dragged into this business involving the Dark Kingdom, he had a tendency to have some odd dreams. A series of bizarre dreams. Some of which involved fire and the scenery around him crumbling. It was always difficult to picture the location...it seemed similar to a castle he would find in one of his games and then the other dreams were less nightmarish and actually involved the warm feeling of a larger figure's embrace. Like the nightmare of the castle on fire, he could never quite make up the facial features of who the other figure was.<br/><br/>"Thanks." He nodded to Jacob, taking a hold of the large hand that was extended to him and pulled himself upright once more before scooting over to make room. "Honestly? Everything is good here. They have some oddities like the Teriyaki Egg burger but over all, it's just like the diners and sandwich shops in America. My personal favorite is the Tripple Cheeseburger with cheese and bacon. So good." Trent may have had a swimmer's build but he could sure eat as if he was Quarterback for the NFL. "And they have Veggie Burgers if certain Guardians of Love and Beauty are trying to watch their figures. Wouldn't want the paparazzi to snap a photo and then label you as a porker." Trent winked to Eden. He was joking of course. After spending the last three months risking his neck to battle evil with these guys, he felt comfortable enough to relax and show his more laid back side that others would never see.<br/><br/>"You're right. MMORPG." He smiled over to Jacob and looked to the screen of his Macbook. ""But no, I'm not gaming. I was just going to do some research on  Behavioral Economics and Experimental Economics. Nothing you two would probably be interested in." Though really, he was just going to catch up on the latest buzz revolving around Star Wars: Episode VII.<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/>"I like to make an entrance." He simply smiled and left it at that. There was no need for him to elaborate on how much he adored attention and the eyes of others on himself. Malachi was as much known for his vanity just as Abaddon was known for his brute strength. He did have a hearty laugh at the other prince's quip about him having chosen something simple rather than a regal mouthful. "Here on this planet, I am an idol. I needed to keep it short and simple. Easier for my adoring fans to chant."<br/><br/>"Really shouldn't consider my presence a bother. The fact that I am even giving you my attention is an honor in of itself." He responded in a casual tone before taking another sip of his drink. At least it had been the truth. Malachi hardly gave anyone acknowledgement he didn't at least considered respectable. That was indeed the reason why the blonde haired Dark Prince hardly took the time to acknowledge one of their other 'brothers'. Though between the three other Dark Princes, it was pretty much a uniform opinion that Malice was not popular with them. There were some other opinions Malachi held for the other Dark Prince--the one who tried to crown himself the leader and above them, but he was here for fun and he wouldn't have fun thinking of someone he'd rather seen nailed to a crucifix and gutted from sternum to groin.<br/><br/>"That being said, I don't think there's not an issue with me entertaining you. Who says it always has to be about 'work' between us? No harm in having a drink with one another, no?" He grinned widely, flashing off a perfect set of pearly white teeth.