Dakota is seen around empty plastic cups of chocolate pudding, with the spoon still in his mouth, the bulky and muscular young adult with scars on his body like trophies to prove he’s not phased as the protector of innocent, deadlifts a smaller redwood tree like nothing.

“One thousand.. ninety nine.. uh.. ummm what comes after that number..? Darn! I have to get book out again.”

He’s been practicing math with Meryl in his spare time. The shy girl seems to be the most open book around Dakota who is seen as a big teddy bear in social situations.

“Oh, hello there, kemosabe!” He tosses the tree bark like paper, not caring where it lands as he licks over the empty plastic pudding containers.

“You smell, interesting. Or is that armpits of mine…?”