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[color=fff200]"I am letting this go straight to my head. Maple pancake cupcakes it is."[/color]

Ruben knew he should have kept to himself and said nothing, but he felt bad that the girl thought she was annoying. She had a lot of energy for her age, and he understood that. He appeared very docile during his work schedule, but he was the complete opposite while outside of work. During his days off or free times around his work schedule, Ruben was doing morning or nighttime jogs, yoga, or something along the lines of staying active and keeping himself balanced in a sense. 

His behavior started during his freshman year of high school when he began to engage in sports. The biggest sport Ruben was known for playing was football since he was the best size for being a quarterback, and he was decent enough to get a scholarship for college from it. From all this activity throughout his life, his mother always comments on how he would be a wonderful father even though he cannot imagine himself having kids - maybe because his father was horrible. He was scared of being like him. 

Letting his thoughts go back to Emma, he hated how she would bring herself down since others have repeatedly told her negative things throughout the year, which made her think she 'talked too much.' This small town would do that to you, and he understood the people here could be two-faced like anywhere else. It was too small sometimes, to a fault. 
In honesty, he didn't understand why people were so rude, but he knew that people liked to only talk about themselves most of the time; Emma could talk about everything and anything -- People hate the questioners, especially in this small town. 

[color=fff200]"Crap crap crap- I gotta run I'm so late!"[/color]

Letting himself glance over to the woman who was accusingly looking at him while trying to escape the building. Raising a brow, like usual, Ruben seemed to keep somewhat of an interest in what Emma was telling him. "[color=955295]Like always,[/color]" he teased. 

[color=fff200]"Make sure she eats today, or I'll have your head."[/color]

After he was alone in the kitchen, Ruben couldn't help the faint smile that crept on his lips before getting back to his work. Quitely, he promised Emma that he would, "[color=955295][i]I'll make sure she does.[/i][/color]" 
He didn't want them thinking he cared too much about them, though he could feel like killing someone if they ever decided to hurt one of those girls.

Sighing, he closed his eyes while he inhaled deeply, allowing himself to exhale slowly before opening his eyes. That familiar expression of sternness appeared on his face once again. 
Maybe Ruben was truly like this, or he put up a front, a facade of some kind, so he didn't attach to others. The man seemed to always have a hard time when it came to social gatherings or invitations. Every time he was invited to something by Reya, Emma, or someone else, an excuse came out of his mouth. Never allowed himself to hang out and relax, build close friends since he put a wall between everyone and himself. 

And the times that he would accept, most would comment on how he didn't talk the whole time or engage in the activities they were all participating in. Ruben was one to think and observe too much. He barely wanted to be noticed. His mother caused most of the population of Sanctuary to think he went to prison for something horrible, true or not; this gave him anxiety about what people thought of him. 
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