[center][h1][color=DarkGoldenRod]Dylan Clark[/color][/h1]
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Interacting with Clementine Morgan [@Lady Amalthea]

[color=DarkGoldenRod]"Well look at that, we do!"[/color] he chuckles as his date commented on their similar clothing colours. [color=DarkGoldenRod]"And I'm well thanks. How 'bout you?"[/color]

That was when Wadsworth came into the room, quickly turning into a flurry of frustration. Dylan look around the room to see many were yet to turn up. The reason of their lack of appearance must have been unknown to their 'date director', as Dylan had decided to call him. Wadsworth, however, quite successfully kept the smile plastered on his face as he changed the men's position so each was placed with a woman. He turned back to the one seated in front of him. As they'd both appeared there was no need to change.

The bell rang.

Dylan was going to pass the opportunity of starting onto Clementine but she already started, raging ahead. Dylan nodded so she knew he was listening. He kept a soft smile on his lips, she seemed nice enough but he could tell that the two of them wouldn't get along famously, too many differences. The chat would be nice though and it would be a good way to get to know someone.

When she stopped Dylan was about to reply before stopping himself. He wasn't too sure on what to say, or how to say it. Would he mention his religon? His old career? Given, he wasn't the best at conversation in such a setting. Clementine, however, spoke with ease. He hadn't been frozen in thought for that long? Or had he... Regardless Clementine continued and Dylan was a little appreciative for that.

Dylan gave a small chuckle, [color=DarkGoldenRod]"Don't think you've scared me frozen yet but feel free to keep trying,"[/color] he jokes, leaning back in his seat. He listened as the young woman in front of him spoke on. It wasn't long, however, before she was asking Dylan about himself.

[color=DarkGoldenRod]"Well, as for me, I'm a Christian. I suppose it's something I've grown up with, my parents were never heavy on the religion thing, I probably see more in it than them but I shouldn't judge. My line of work isn't quite as interesting. I'm a tattoo artist, ex-soldier actually. Being Australian I really don't know much about American politics despite what's represented on wide spread media."[/color] Dylan looked up at the woman to see if she had any interest in what he had to say.

[color=DarkGoldenRod]"Born and raised in the Australian city of Cairns. I haven't lived elsewhere unless you count when I was at the war in Iraq."[/color] He gets lost in himself slightly as memories of screams and bullets haunt his thoughts. He attempts to shake them out, looking blankly for a bit longer before remembering his current situation.

[color=DarkGoldenRod]"Sorry. Uh, yeah. A back injury put me out of action so I took a tattooing course where I met my ex. We had 2 beautiful kids together before we divorced, I don't really know why I loved her in the first place really..."[/color] 

[color=DarkGoldenRod]"Uh..."[/color] He racks to his brain for a new thought but Wadsworth rang his bell. [color=DarkGoldenRod]"Looks like this is my queue,"[/color] he straightens his arm, waiting for Clementine to accept the invitation and shake his hand. [color=DarkGoldenRod]"I enjoy getting know you and, K, I suppose I'll see you around,"[/color] and, with that, he let Wadsworth swoop him away to his next blind date