Jan VonFowl
Part-Time Party Crasher
Being around Skylar for the last few days had helped Jan sort a few things out in his head. Not that he'd stop being an ass to random people. That would be something he did forever and always. His almost-epiphany was more along the lines of figuring out that he could sit down and have extended conversations with people who weren't ten or twenty years older than him.
Jan raised an eyebrow as Sky sat down next to him and began watching. He certainly wasn't much to look at. His sleeves were rolled up, and the white streaks he'd gotten done in his hair were covered in enough oil to turn then back to his natural color. Basically, he looked like a grease monkey with patches of white popping out of the side of his head.
"See something interesting?"
[member="Skylar Ichor"]
Jan raised an eyebrow as Sky sat down next to him and began watching. He certainly wasn't much to look at. His sleeves were rolled up, and the white streaks he'd gotten done in his hair were covered in enough oil to turn then back to his natural color. Basically, he looked like a grease monkey with patches of white popping out of the side of his head.
"See something interesting?"
[member="Skylar Ichor"]