ChampionOfTheMorningStar
The lunatic Fringe
Neal smiled at Heito and ran a hand through his hair. "I draw, write poetry, -bad poetry- I paint sometimes... though not very well, I can play the guitar and sing but only when I'm alone... Does working out count? Even if it's required?" He looked around the office for inspiration. "I'm slow at developing hobbies and, firefighting was my life for awhile... What about you? Number man with an x-wife x-rat-dog and kids? Do you have hobbies?" He scooted the chair closer with his young between his teeth eyes staring at his leg in the concentration of pushing the chair. He made it to the edge of the desk and pulled closer using his had, expression dropping back to neutral.