[color=92278f][h2]Griffin[/h2][/color]
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Griffin chuckled a bit at Ash's description of Ethra, having come to the same conclusion after their first meeting. "I get the feeling that she's just like that, one of them bookish types." Griffin took another shallow drag and stopped eating Ash with his eyes, seeing all he could with clothes on. Griffin put his free hand in his pocket and was delighted to find the cookie from earlier, pulling it out and unwrapping it from it's saran wrap prison. "Eh, it's got it's own set of ups and downs. If by mischief you mean sneaking into the girl's room then nah, but if you mean streaking down the street and kicking a dirty cop in the nads then yeah."

Griffin didn't even try suppressing the snickers he made at remember the memory as he bit into the cookie. [i]"Oh yeah, that's space cookie."[/i] he frowned to himself, the earthy taste catching him off guard. He always did forget what he put in his pockets. Giving a noncommittal shrug, Griffin took another bite as Ash began talking about his smokes. "Yeah man you do some pretty good work, nice change of pace from these Reds. I do some growing myself, just herbs and stuff for my potions."