[ He appreciates that the flirting is going as far as it is, he's having a pretty damn good evening as it is. He holds up a finger to indicate that he'll be a moment and he takes to his notepad.
My name is Nicholas Andros, I was born in Caslin, Nebraska. My dad had a heart attack and died before I was born and my mother was in a car accident, which made me the way that I am. I was sent to an orphanage. I ran away when I was sixteen, but I doubt they looked too hard- one less mouth to feed and one more bed to fill. I stayed out of trouble, took GED classes where I could. Saving up to take a college course or two when I can. Until then, I take odd jobs where I can and don't stay in one place too long.
Want to take 'cute' back yet, or is this just adding to my mysterious exterior? ]
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My name is Nicholas Andros, I was born in Caslin, Nebraska. My dad had a heart attack and died before I was born and my mother was in a car accident, which made me the way that I am. I was sent to an orphanage. I ran away when I was sixteen, but I doubt they looked too hard- one less mouth to feed and one more bed to fill. I stayed out of trouble, took GED classes where I could. Saving up to take a college course or two when I can. Until then, I take odd jobs where I can and don't stay in one place too long.
Want to take 'cute' back yet, or is this just adding to my mysterious exterior? ]