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He sent out texts to a few people on his contact list, mostly out of curiosity to get to know people a bit better and also because trying to do research on a thing by himself wasn't exactly the most exhilarating thing there ever was to do. Chance was a fan of solitude, but the part of him that craved human contact was equally as strong.

Plus he'd found something interesting and wanted to share it so that he would have someone to discuss it with.

10AM was regarded as a morning time for the man who had no duties that day, woken up by a text message and shortly he moaned. The long bare arms once above and under the pillow pushed his body up, with one hand below the jaws, he reached out to grab his phone and soon a lazy smile can be seen on his face. "You'd better not disappoint me, Chance Bones." <Where are we going, Ace?> The doll haunt asked the man putting a low v-neck knit jumper onto his naked torso. Ace chortled. "Something interesting, I guess." said the drowsy man who typed a reply.



The two men mingling would then see a tall man, his make-up game and nail polish was kept at minimal due to the time constraints. Eyes decorated with black winged liners and a cobalt shiny blue eyeshadow, Ace greeted the two with a smirk. "Sorry to disappoint you, but it seems that it's not a two people date." He snugged, speaking to the early arrived person he didn't know yet.

He then sauntered towards them as he braided his hair, which was dyed in neon pink and teal, with his black glittery nails. He paused besides them, eyes flickered to give Tommy a glance. "Where do you get all these handsome and pretty people?" Feeling he had teased enough, he looked around and decided to leaned against a taller shelf.

"You really know how to entice a man, Chance Bones. Are we waiting for someone else or you would satisfy me now?" The man said with a lopsided smile, bonelessly lay his upper torso onto the shelf. By satisfying, he'd meant curiosity but his words were confusing as usual.

Nonetheless, he showed up.

Chance himself was in a pair of jeans, a black hoodie with a giant yellow star in the middle, and a pair of Converse All-Stars; and when the others began to trickle in, he was sitting at one of the tables in the library with his feet propped up on top of it, leafing through a thickly bound book with gold trim.

As the first to arrive, Tommy was given a catlike smile as Chance lifted a hand to greet him.

"Hey, acrobat," he said lightly. "And we are headed off on a little adventure, but there are a few more to this date, so when they come, I'll explain all of it. In the meantime," he continued, waving at the table. "Have a seat, there's coffee and some donuts I nicked from the kitchens this morning."

There was a cup in Chance's own hand, and he was in the process of taking a sip of coffee when the next arrived, followed closely by the last. Chance smiled winningly at Ace, winking in his direction.

"They just seem to be drawn to me, somehow, alas," he said airily, as though this was a huge misfortune. "I'll have to bear with having all these hotties next to me as well as I can. As for satisfying you, well, I don't particularly mind as long as you don't mind the audience."

The last part was said with a grin, Chance's eyes moving towards Harley and her flame red hair.

"I'll remember that for next time I want some alone time with your roommate," he said mildly, the grin sliding into a smirk, Chance's eyes flitting deliberately towards Tommy, whom he blinked innocently at, as though he totally wasn't doing a thing.

"All right, now that I have my harem," said Chance, and set the book down, open to a page already, and slid it across the table so that the three others could see.

"I found a thing I'm interested in," he said, his eyes brightening with curiosity. "It's called Eris' Calamitous Manacle. Apparently it's in some remote location, and rumor has it, it renders the user impervious to pain for a few hours."

Chance leaned back and smiled.

"I was wondering if you three would care to assist me in searching it out."

"The more audiences the better it is." He laughed out, enjoyed the back-and-forth with the charming man. "That some sorts of arrogance, but I like it, Chance Bones."

Ace welcomed a pretty girl wrapped around his arm, he liked how gleeful and cheerful Harley was. "It will be my pleasure, sweetie." He gave her an enticing bright beam. "I'm afraid you're left with no choices since the two over there get along that well already." He feigned a sign and head touched that with Harley's flaming red head like a real couple with the advantage of his height, like honey like sugar. When the two men's eyes met, he whispered alluringly to the girl with a husky lazy soft voice, still not recovering fully from the sleepiness. "Look dear, how cute they are. We can't lose to them in this couple game." Each man has a competitive factor inside them.

Listening to the conversation between Chance and Tommy was too amusing to hide his expression, he buried half of his face behind Harley's dense beautiful hairs near her neck. That purple haired guy was super adorable and innocent sometimes that he wanted to tease him like what Chance was doing. "That's a cute nickname, Hattie." he commented, finally suppressed his laughter.

The eyebrows arched at the word harem but he showed his respect by not saying anything. With his head still touching with Harley's, "Oh Chance, an adventure? I'm in. It sounds like a versatile tool, nevertheless, I'd like you to state the reason you want it?" He wasn't the type that jump at the bone in front of him without contemplating, he trusted Chance but it didn't mean he won't consider how dangerous the thing might be.

He had seen people attempted to forget their pains with the use of drugs, one of the girls got dumped resorted to alcohols and drugs, she was pitiful like a weak animal snugging in his bosom. Numbness to pain sounded great, but Ace had a lurking worry for the trainee. He's laid-back, easy-going and fun to flirt with, yet, it felt hard to grasp him for what a man he was. He sensed they were similar in some ways, a lack of something, but he hoped he was wrong.