Freedom! wrote:Noah HutchinsNᴀᴍᴇ: Nᴏᴀʜ Hᴜᴛᴄʜɪɴs
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Mᴀʟᴇ-Sᴛʀɪᴀɢʜᴛ
Aɢᴇ: Nɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ
Aᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ: Sᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Rᴇʙᴇʟ
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ: SɪɴɢʟᴇOnce Noah was up and ready to leave the hotel room, he did so, yawning as he went downstairs. He lit a cigarette as he walked down the hallway, even through there were no smoking signs he'd love to see anyone try to take his cigarette off of him; they'd know not to do it again, that was for sure. He held the cigarette in his lips as he walked looking at the design on his lighter as he stroked his hand over the dog tag design carved into it. He dropped it back into his front pocket of his jeans as he glanced around the hotel, spotting Scottie's familiar face, "Hey, take it as I ain't the only one who preferred sleep than an early start in a restaurant?" He asked teasingly, blowing the smoke out over his shoulder and away from her.
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Scottie whirled around, her eyes meeting Noah's instantly, "Who else but, you and I?" The young woman replied, smirking at him as she began to walk towards him. He looked as if he hadn't aged a day since the last time Scottie had seen Noah, his trademark smirk still making her blood jump with excitement, and those sparkling eyes of his that she seemed to always lose herself in, He's a friend, She reminded herself, Just a friend... Running a hand through her dirty brown locks, the girl flashed him a dangerous smile, dropping her bag to hug him tightly- in a friendly way.






