[b][u][i][color=f7941d][h3]ARDEN THORN[/h3][/color][/i][/u][/b]


A rustling grew in the nearby bushes, growing closer and closer. Suddenly the shrubbery split open and gave way as a wide relieved smile emerged. 
A young man stepped out of the vegetation, blonde hair disheveled, cheeks blushed from panting, emerald eyes half concealed by the heavy eyelids still recovering from the recent sleep he just had. 
His clothing was twisted or backwards, signifying his sudden rush. Twigs and leaves were strewn throughout his attire having caught on his clothing in his late night rush.

Taking a few steps towards the group putting himself into the clearing, he folded over putting his hands on his knees as he desperately tried to regain his breath. Between his heavy panting he began to speak on short dry breaths, still his voice held some semblance of a charming allure despite his short words. 

[color=c0c0c0]“He.. [/color](heavy breathing)[color=c0c0c0] ...ey.”[/color] He mutters, still looking at the floor [color=c0c0c0]“Sorry...”[/color](heavy breathing)[color=c0c0c0]I’m...”[/color](still heavy breathing)
[color=c0c0c0]Late.”[/color](Soft breathing)
[color=c0c0c0]”Hey is that pastries?”[/color]

Arden’s eyes suddenly lit up as he stands upright and points inquisitively in the directions of the snacks. Wasting no time he heads straight for the goodies, ready to dig in and help himself if no one else objects.