[hr][h3][color=a36209]Abraham Gene[/color][/h3][sub][@Mr Allen J][/sub][hr]
“Interested in my [i]body[/i], eh?”

Good lord in heaven, Abe might've struck a good one here. Sporty, flirty, and good looking, eh? Didn't even complain when he was throwing dirt on the animal and plant metas. He had a strong feeling that they wold get along swimmingly. At Jasmine's question, Abraham just shrugged.

“I used to. Haven't got much time for it nowadays, you know?” Abe admitted. Though he did put in some work on the streets, that isn't necessarily something he should share with other people. That's a more personal matter; a little bit of taboo business. He continued,“Though I do occasionally dip in some... MMA.”

[i]'Slick, Abraham, slick.'[/i]

Eh, that was something of a lie. The sort of fighting he did was nothing short of improvisational and against people who deserved it, but he let stick the image he wanted to stick. The point was sent though: not the type of guy most people would want to tussle with. Ladies like that, right? A tall strong [i]man[/i] to keep them safe and protected. At least according to Abe's delusions, they do. Anyways, flirting was fun – chit-chat, that got bored after a little while. He preferred a good talkin' while he was doing someone- I mean, something, and Abe figured that they had somewhere to be. Abe craned his head around the crowd trying to get a feel for where they were supposed to be. Whether it be looking for a flow of traffic toward a certain area, or any official looking person(s) directing others. The weird plant girl had passed them a packet earlier, which probably had a map on it. He raised and looked at Jasmine coyly.

“Let's see if we can't figure ourselves out to where we ought to be. Ladies first?”