Penelope E. Brasswell || 37-Female || Straight || Cottonmouth || None || Ren
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Her head tilted a bit when Ren mentioned the fact that he missed the city food. She was a bit perplexed when she found herself nodding. A sigh came from her lips as she thought for a moment, "Then why not go back? Just think about it before you disagree with me- you could eat anything you want, you don't have to worry about when the next time you have to eat, and you don't have to fret about hunting for your food. So that means no setting up traps. The list goes on.". Emma bit her lip and turned her head towards Ren with a soft but serious look on her face, trying to get her point across to him. However, Emma really didn't quite catch the part about the roasted squirrel. Well she did, but it was the fact that she didn't want to bother about roasting a squirrel. Ew.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEthan L. Redwood || 16-Male || Bi || Scimitar Oryx|| None || Layne
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ethan laughed, "Another reason for me not to taste it.". He leaned back and watched as Layne slid over the glass of lemonade. He picked it up and smiled a little, "It's horrible- I can taste the poison already.". Ethan looked down at the pink lemonade and took a couple sips of it, but he ended up down the whole glass. It was sweet. Too sweet, but it still tasted great. "Bravo! I'm not dead- but it's really good...May I have some more?" he asked with a childish grin.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNathan A. Redwood || 17-Male || Bi || East African Oryx|| None || Audrey
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The corner of his mouth twitched a little when she said that she'll be fine, but she could check with Aiden if it eased his mind, and it did. Nathan looked down at the ground and then back at her, nodding slightly. "Y-...Yeah, that would be fine with me. Sorry for hurting you while pulling you over...if I did." He said as he let go of her arm. He turned his head towards the side. "Want to go now or just later?".
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Aiden F. Winston || 37-Male || Bi || Secretary Bird || ~~~ || Reza;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx He nodded but didn't really much respond.But he didn't want to leave the boy answerless, despite him ever asking him a question. Aiden looked over towards the shelves, still avoiding eye contact with Reza. "Well...If something does happen and we got a choice to go back- I wouldn't recommend it.". He closed his eyes, remembering the day where they all- the 'first generations'- boarded the plane with everything, not knowing that they would never return. He remembered her as well along with the fight that broke out between them where Aiden refused to go the first time. He shook his head before turning his head over towards Reza, "I'm going to step out for a bit. Mind holding the fort down? If anything...happens, please come and get me, I'll be in the dining hall.". He paused, now registering that the fact that his last statement sounded a bit scattered.