[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/YKHarAG.png[/img][/center] [right][sub][@KZOMBI3][@Fabricant451][@Silver Carrot][/sub][/right][hr][hr][indent][indent]Søren didn’t know what Charlotte thought she was doing, when she called dibs [i]clearly[/i] after he had called dibs. She was too busy trying to take a jab at him for saying he could beat a hulk in a fight — [i]which he could, easily [/i]— to call dibs in a timely manner. That wasn’t on him, that was on herself. Scoffing, Søren turned to look at her and shake his head, [b][color=#7df9ff]“Actually, sister, I think you’ll find that you were a little slower.” [/color][/b]Søren said, waving his finger at her, before taking the same hand and running it through his hair. [b][color=#7df9ff]“Once again, your older brother has emerged victorious. I believe that makes it… what, Søren 75, Charlotte 21?” [/color][/b]He was, of course, mostly making those numbers up. Søren then turned his attention to the other two people in the room, particularly the one with the cute short hair. [b][color=#7df9ff]“The outcome is fortunate for those of us affected.” [/color][/b]Søren said with a winning, charming smile, and he was prepared to take his prize, but not before looking back at Charlotte with the smile losing its charm and morphing instead into a shit eating smirk that was his way of reminding her that he was, in fact, the winner. Before Søren could close the gap, though, and meet the hot girl, something unexpected happened. Someone appeared from thin air, directly above him. Acting with the quick reactions, Søren threw his arms out and caught the person who was falling. Looking down at the attractive, somewhat scantily clad, somewhat exotic looking woman in his arms, Søren was forced to make a decision. Looking up, Søren glanced between Charlotte and the short haired girl. [b][color=#7df9ff]“Well, this one time I’ll yield. You win.” [/color][/b]After that, Søren looked back down at the tattooed woman, and cleared his throat. [b][color=#7df9ff]“Dibs.”[/color][/b][/indent][/indent]