[center][h1][color=red]Jonas Highwind[/color][/h1]

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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] In dorm.
[u][b]Interacting with:[/b][/u] Dallas Relo and Dana Harada[hr][hr][/center]

Having decided to put his ultimate decision on hold for now, Jonas had been spending the past 15 or so minutes in a sub-meditative state of browsing the internet at random, jumping from forum to article to imageboard and back all over again at his leisure. At times, a yawn would come on, and he vaguely considered taking a mid-afternoon nap. "Nothing much to be doing right now" was the prevailing conclusion, and it looked to be the lead-in to simply another lazy day.

And of course, that would just be right out. Better visit [url=http://phraktured.net/molding-mobility.html]phraktured[/url] and remind himself what those warm-up stretches were, he had a feeling Dallas was gonna burst a blood vessel if he wasn't around to keep an eye on him.

[color=ed1c24][i]Well, especially after that call.[/i][/color] he thought in addendum with a chuckle and a smirk. That probably didn't help with the poor guy's blood pressure.

After around 10 or so minutes warming up the joints to an acceptable degree, he swiped his phone from the desk, texting Relo his intent to head out.

[color=ed1c24][i]Alright nerd stay put I'll head over there[/i][/color] he typed eloquently, ears vaguely registering the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, an engine shutting off, and a door shutting as he did so.

He blinked.

[color=ed1c24][i]... Hold on. Tara's [u]taking a nap[/u] right now.[/i][/color]

His smile vanished.

[color=ed1c24][i]Hold that thought. Someone's outside. Will call.[/i][/color] he added moments later, before bounding out of his room and down the stairs even as he speed-dialed the Son of the Sun just before putting the phone in his pocket. Never could be too careful.

This way, Dallas would have audio if things went south.

Before he made for the door, however, one short little pit-stop was necessary. Throwing open the door to the hall closet, he fished behind a couple unisex winter coats that were too small for him anyway to retrieve a gift from dad received by he and his sister some time last year, specifically for these situations, "just in case": one [url=http://www.imfdb.org/images/e/e9/Remington_870MCS.jpg]Remington 870 MCS[/url].

Perfect.

[color=ed1c24]"If they're looking to surprise me, the game's even now..."[/color] he muttered for his friend's benefit, leaning the shotgun against the frame of the door, just out of sight from those on the outside but nowhere near out of reach.

[color=ed1c24]"Moment of truth."[/color] he muttered, before throwing on a winning smile just like Dallas had taught him and pulling the door open.

[color=ed1c24]"Hey there!"[/color] he called all friendly-like. [color=ed1c24]"Can I help you?"[/color]