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Teddy took his seat, his head lowered as Jack sat down next to him on the floor, panting. A small frown crossed his face before looking up, noticing a lot of people from his school. The twins were there, and he recognized Zane anywhere. Teddy had been the silent eyes and ears for years at LPH...

Teddy snapped to reality and smacked his lips a bit. He was thirsty, and incredibly so. He glanced around for a water fountain, but to no success. He finally stood, Jack jumping down from his lap and made his way to the nearby Coffee Zone. He had never been there before, and wasn't a fan of...

Grant nodded as Hinata left, his features remaining soft as he watched her go. He silently understood that she had places to be, and would probably be very busy with her idol life in America. Being left at the park on a bench, Grant sat there for a while, leaning forward until his elbows rested...

Teddy had woken earlier that day at about 7, his mothers horrendous singing having play in that as her and his father prepared for the farmers market. He was fine with it, packing a few things in a backpack; a leash, water bowl, and a Samsung tablet. Zipping the bag closed, Lil Jack came dashing...

Name: Theodore 'Teddy' McElroy Age: 17 Sexuality: Heterosexual Ethnic Background: All American Classification: The Outcast Traits: Teddy has really nothing significant about him, though his hobbies include video games, listening to music, writing, and kung-fu movies. He is best known...

I'd like to reserve a male spot, if still possible.

I think its time made an entrance...Ahem... -Cracks knuckles- The door suddenly flies open as a rather large and handsome man kicks it through, his long barbarian hair flows in the wind that only seems to be affecting him. His pectoral muscles dance in delight as he slowly steps forward and...

(This post is from my phone. I'm on lunch right now. Please excuse any typos and/or weird mistypes.) Grant had found himself a spot on a nearby bench, setting down the bag with the shoes in them beside him. He watched his surroundings as Hinata swung on the swing until her hearts content. He...

Grant frowned at Hinata's turtle like personality, walking behind her and watching as she hung her head. "Y'know..." he said softly, before going to gently put his hands on the side of her head, looking to guide her gaze forward instead of at the ground. "They say...you can never look at how...

Grant watched as Hinata quickly paid and left, his eyes narrowing at the cashier, who just gave him a look of disgust. He quickly grinned and nodded. "Have a nice day....douche." "Excuse me?" "I said have a nice day, dude." he said with a wave and a grin. He looked back to the CD shelf, still...

(I liked it. Is rly gud.) Grant followed behind, looking at displays with a slight intrigue, but otherwise no real interest. "It couldn't have been that bad, and maybe they were just intimidated to be in the same class as such a pretty idol~." he teased. "Besides, idoling here is...

Grant couldn't seem to stop smiling. He let out a quiet laugh before smirking smirking. "Nothing wrong with being quiet. I like quiet people. Friends, then, it seems." he said, going to lead Hinata to Hot Topic. He never really liked the store, but they were bound to have something like that...

Grant glanced to Hinata, raising a brow. "Really, they do? I never knew that. I figured getting kicked with one was bad." he said with a warm chuckle, grabbing the cheapest pair he could get without going to cheap. He didn't really want them to wear out to fast. "You apologize to much, y'know...

Grant watched her bow not once, but twice with a small smile never leaving his face. He always had a thing for history and culture, and luckily had read a bit up on Japan, which he finally got from her use of honorifics and, well, her name. "Please, just call me Grant. Ulysses is a mouthful...

Grant studied the girl silently as she talked nervously, a warm smile crossing his tired face as she began to over-explain her situation. 'My god, shes like an adorable lost puppy.' he thought to himself before gently putting his hands in his pockets, thumbs hanging on the outside. "Yeah, I was...

Grant had just made it home from work, the factory line having closed down for the rest of the day early due to a large paint spill caused by a forklift driver backing up into the large barrel. He really thought of it as a blessing in disguise as he closed the door to his 2015 KIA Soul. He...

Haha, yeah. Its just kind of the social norm for caucasians to be, well, whi- Wait. Damn it. AMERICAN. CAUCASIAN AMERICAN. -Face desks-

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