[color=B22222]"What I do?"[/color] Ryan repeated Acacia's question. [i]You should have seen this coming, dude. If you asked her, why wouldn't she ask you?[/i] He made a nervous gulp that might remind someone of whenever a cartoon would do that. [i]Last time I told someone what I did for a living I got to find out what being tasered and maced feels like... at the same time. I refuse to ruin my relationship with this beautiful girl, simply because she thinks I'm crazy. Now think of something to tell her.[/i] [color=B22222]"Um, uh, uhhh... You know what, I'm sorry, I should have cleaned that up immediately. Here, let me do that now,"[/color] he responded, trying to dodge the question.

As he grabbed the facecloth he had earlier used to dry Acacia's leg, Ryan said, [color=B22222]"Wow. We seem to be going through these things like crazy, don't we?"[/color] He began to soak up the spit-out vodka while thinking of something to say instead of just coming out with the truth of his occupation. When Ryan finally did figure out what to say instead, he was stupefied at how long it took him to think of it. [color=B22222]"I'm a hunter actually. I sell pelts and stuff from my kills. Or I would if I found something. I only just started recently and I haven't found anything."[/color]