[CO]Cloudy With A Chance Of Hamburgers

[Jun-Aaron Starr]

The cookout event was mandatory, but they didn't say that he had to be on the ground the whole time and staying close to the event. He would have if he had a reason to, but what reason did he have to at this moment in time. Making friends and boding people was an up and down sort of thing and he blamed his looked a little bit. Clearly Jun Aaron Starr was just too sexy for the masses that they could not handle being around him too often of they would fall madly in love. Yes, that clearly had to be it. At any rate, he didn't care as he was currently soaring high in the sky, mostly gliding along with the slight breeze that had picked up.

It was nice to be above everyone, to see how tiny they were below. He should have brought his camera up with him but that was currently hanging out in a tree. At the moment his hands were full of a few burgers that he had made before taking to the sky. What? He was really hungry and he knew he became a total slob when he ate when he was hungry. So what better way to protect your image then to eat up in the sky when no one could see you? It was working out pretty well other them him sometimes having to remember to flap his wings ever so often to keep from just falling out of the sky. It was when the breeze stopped for a moment that things went to hell.

Well, not to hell but startled him when he suddenly lost his gladding and ended up falling a little bit before he got back in control and resumed flying in the air. It was during his falling that he had accidently ended up letting go of one of his burger; oh dear. There was no way he was going to be able to fly down fast enough to catch it before it hit a person below, but he was still making a decent to apologized to the person would of been hit by his burger that was loaded with pretty much everything you could put on an American style hamburger. "I am, so sorry." Jun apologized as he was digging into his pockets and offering them a napkin.

[Ryan Alexander]

"Waste of a perfectly good burger. I just might cry." It had landed in the middle of her white shirt, but why should she care? Ryan was an ARTIST!

"Hmm...burger on napkin...could make an interesting piece...I'll have to remember that for art. I wonder what height I'd have to drop the condiments from to make the best impression..." Then she realized the person was still there.

"Oops sorry. Drifted off in thought there. It's no problem, this was a cheap t-shirt anyways." She took the napkin from him and dabbed at the mustard and ketchup.

"Besides, I wore this shirt hoping it would be some sort of canvas anyways. Granted, I thought I'd be the one painting it with stains, but hey, c'est la vie." She shrugged.

"Ryan Alexander I by the way. Sweet wings."

[Jun-Aaron Starr]

Jun landed down, tucking in his wings a little as he went to apologize to the person. The person was apparently being crazy since she was talking out loud to herself about making art out of splattered condiments and food. Oh, she was one of those extreme artistic types. That explained a few things and Jun was just happy he dealt with the type before. Not for long, but long enough to at least not be ready to just fly off in an instant to avoid a super awkward conversation. There was an apology and an admittance of having drifted off there.

He just nodded, being well aware that she did indeed drift off in through there but he didn’t want to be rude so didn’t say anything. “Cheap or not, I still apologize.” Jun-Aaron assured her. His stomach was also not happy because now it was missing out on the second burger that he had really wanted to eat. Now he was going to have to go back and make another one, the same way he made the fallen on. It would be in memory of it, but really just because he liked his burger a particular way. “I see, well sorry that I decorated it with food toppings. Perhaps I could pay you back by giving you a shirt that would look wonderful on you.” Jun suggested.

His mind was already running through his collection of shirts back in his room that he could give her that would look great on her. She then introduced herself, which had Jun extended his hand so he could shake hers. “Jun-Aaron Starr.” Jun replied, giving a polite smile and using his ‘proper voice’. “You have a little one running around?” Jun asked, because of course that would be his next question seeing how she introduced herself as the first that had to mean there was a second. She looked a bit young to be a mother, but with teen pregnancies still being a thing it would not have been that out there.

[Ryan Alexander]

"Got good fashion sense do you?" She smiled.

"If you want to give me tips on what would look good that would actually be appreciated, but I don't necessarily need you to pay me back with a shirt." She shrugged. It wasn't that she was opposed to the idea though either. Then she heard him talk about a little one and she just stood there staring in shock for a few moments.

"Uh...no." Then she realized why he'd likely said that.

"Oh, I just put the 'first' on the end of my name because it sounds better. Denotes that I'm unique. The first of my kind if you will."

[Jun-Aaron Starr]

"Of course, I am a model and currently working on my photography and fashion design skills." Jun pointed out, sounding as confident as ever. In other words, he had a lot of say and experience in what would be called a 'fashion sense'. He knew what was in, what was out, what would be perfect for the next trend, and of course he knew what looked good on a person. What did not look good was wearing a white shirt with condiments splattered on it. She might have thought it was interesting artistically but in terms of fashion it was a nightmare.

It looked sloppy and out of place, didn't complement any aspect of her and therefore it had to go. Jun-Aaron would not have been able to function knowing that he had been the slight cause of a disaster in the making if the girl choose to remain in that shirt the rest of the event. "I insist on giving you another shirt to wear. I refuse to allow you to go around wearing that." Jun said, gesturing to her shirt as he started to stretch out his wings. He was about ready to take off to go fetch a shirt for her but then she was looking confused about him asking her about a little one. She had to have one right? Apparently not.

Did the child die, how unfortunate and he could not help but to feel bad and looked a little sad as that possibility came to him. She then gave him an explanation which then changed his 'feeling bad for her' away from thinking she lost a baby to the fact that she felt the need to tag on a first when it didn't really apply to her. He assumed it just meant that she was trying to stand out a bit more, which now just made him feel like he had to work on building up her confidence. It was settled. "I see. Stay right here." Jun said, not even going into the whole 'her being the first' thing as he then quickly flew off to fetch a shirt for her. Hopefully she would not wonder off or go too far in the meantime.

[Ryan Alexander]

He was flying away. She looked at him as he did, arching an eyebrow. What the hell was he doing? She understood her shirt wasn't the most attractive, but it wasn't like she didn't have sensible things in her closet. She had that plaid skirt. And the red corset. And the black corseted dress. And the...actually never mind the most practical her closet got was the red sweater and the pairs of jeans. She could probably use all the help she could get. And if the winged dude knew what he was doing, she was willing to follow his guidance. Her motto was practically never discount something twice if you haven't tried it once...or was that how it went? She never could tell. Ryan just sat down on the ground cross-legged and waited, drawing a picture of the god Mercury in the dirt. She may have drawn the wings on his feet a bit bigger than they were normally portrayed, but she couldn't not.

After all she'd now seen wings on a person in the flesh.