[color=lavender][b]”Nice to meet you both.”[/b][/color] Alonzo nodded with a slight smile, waving away the concern of his hand. He stepped back a little to give Ryker some space, and to also get out of the worst of the lavender cloud. He knew the smell would cling to his hair and clothes for hours now. Not that it was a bad smell; he just wasn’t a fan of the old lady images it brought to mind. [color=lavender][b]”Teething problems, bit of a weird sensation to get used to. Nothing major though.”[/b][/color] He gave him another brief smile before Conner was in front of him again, hand on his arm. 

This guy was definitely the touchy-feeley type, but Alonzo didn’t mind too much. He’d had worse. He grinned brightly at the mention of his tattoo. They were his absolute pride and joy. [color=lavender][b]”I designed this one. Well, adapted it from a painting I did a few years ago. I regretted selling it so much that I redrew it in tattoo form. One of my friends actually tattooed it though, he lives in the south. This one,”[/b][/color] He held out his other arm, adorned with runes and a compass. [color=lavender][b]”My grandma designed for me before she passed. She was very spiritual. All of the runes mean something different.” [/b][/color] He smiled a little sadly but didn’t dwell. [color=lavender][b]”I have more on my back and my shoulders. One on each thigh too. I’ve spent way too much money on these already, but I still have some space so still room for more.”[/b][/color]