𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐌Ä𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐍
────────────────────────〈 ◇ . 25 . he/him . loc; bedroom . tags; kassandra, aaron, nova, kaz 〉────────────────────────
────────────────────────〈 ◇ . 25 . he/him . loc; bedroom . tags; kassandra, aaron, nova, kaz 〉────────────────────────
- In typical Briar fashion, it didn’t occur to him that he was indeed indirectly invading Red-Streak Girl’s space. He swung his legs gently against the frame, heel knocking against it every time they swung back. “I’ll have to think about it,” he decided, tipping his chin up to connect gazes with her. She had attractive eyes; dark brown, like the colour of cocoa, and engaging. Briar didn’t like to openly say he had a type, but he couldn't deny that he had always found brown eyes captivating, for whatever reason. They were always much more mysterious; the darkness seemed as if they held an endless amount of secrets. Briar’s parents both had brown eyes, although for whatever reason, he was granted hazel. Blue-hazel, which were much different than the rest of his family’s. Sometimes he joked that he was adopted. To kill his amusement, they never argued against it. “But I can promise you now I definitely won’t forget that face of yours.” He shot her a boyish grin, placing his hands beside him to lean a bit closer to her. “I’m Briar, by the way.”
Finally, Briar slid off the bed, mumbling an uber quick "sorry", and although Aaron had occupied himself with Kass, that didn’t stop him from rounding back to the comment made on Kassandra's living conditions. He squinted his eyes a bit, observing her closely. “I can see it,” he finally said in a matter-of-fact tone, and he had responded so long after that it wouldn’t surprise him if she had no idea what he was talking about. “You hanging out by the beach and stuff. Don’t tell me you’re a hiker, too. Golden stars to you if you are, though. I need a hiking buddy,” he added with a grin, peering around the room as if extending the invitation. “I’m always down for a hot workout partner. Which applies to each and every one of you. You beauts.”
He left Kass’s side of the bedroom, which was near Nova’s, and headed back to where he had tossed his own bags aside. To unload them now and not. He supposed he could be responsible enough and do that; he was no longer chatting to anyone. He wanted to know everyone here – the girls a bit more than the guys, for obvious reasons, but Briar was happy striking up a conversation with anyone who was interested enough to do such a thing. “Nervous?” he echoed in a rather casual tone, gaze fixated on the zipper of his bag. “Nah. There’re thousands of viewers; one of them is bound to like one of us here. As for you guys…” He glanced back up again, and the dimpled smile returned as he tilted his head. “You’ll cave eventually.”
He paused momentarily, sweatshirt in hand, and let his eyes skim around the room yet again. Two more people had recently entered. Two girls, one in lilac-purple, the other in radiant white. Both were attractive, although Briar had been quick to conclude that everyone here was. “Does anyone here actually know the agenda for today?” he asked. “I’m assuming there’ll be interviews or something?” He left it as an open-ended question, genuinely unsure if anyone truly had an answer. He did, however, glance back over at Kassandra, who had a folder sitting beside her. He switched topics within a snap of the fingers, which wasn't an uncommon thing for him. “Do you sketch?” he asked, having missed her explanation of the piles of paper in the first place. “Scrapbook?”