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I woke up to the sun shining into my bedroom I open my eyes and thought back to last night. Dinner wasn't too bad Matt and Mr Black seem like nice people if you put the fact that they are mafia to the side. A knock on my door had me pulled from my thoughts I got up and opened the door. Matt was standing there in workout clothes staring down at me. He is really tall at 6 ft and I am a mere 5 ft 2. I look up at him and lift any eyebrow at him. He shakes his head at me and say.

He showered and changed into a different pair of sweatpants that wasn’t his style and a t-shirt that seemed maybe half of a size too big for him. “Never thought I’d be borrowing Mordecai Asra’s clothing,” Matt scoffed, “Let’s get back so I can wear my clothing.” Now that I thought about it, he and Mordecai were about the same size from the waist down. Mordecai was broader and bulkier than Matt. I frowned at him and thought back to Ben. Ben was a much slimmer man than Mordecai. It probably irritated Ben to no end that Matt was bigger than him in every way possible.

“Come in.” She smiled at him and opened the door to let him in. “Hey, Rita, thanks,” he said, walking into the office. Luna stood up from her chair, immediately noticing the worried look on his face. “Hey, Matt,” she greeted him, “what’s going on?” “Hey, Luna,” he answered. “Are we all ready for takeoff? Or is something wrong?” Matt was a tall man with dark hair and green eyes, his dressing ran to the simple variety. He was around Luna’s and Rita’s age and he was a dependable and efficient employee. His handsome face scrunched in worry.

(Store Manager Corn) Store Manager Corn, is a 2.5 meter tall, Werewolf, a giant of a person, very menacing even. But in truth he is very calm and docile person, despite his race and looks, he is an Sergeant Army veteran, and what is funny about him is that he is named Corn by his previous slaver, and that is because he is a Vegan Werewolf and actually allergic to meat. And he is also here as a protection initiative for Yggdrasil, of which I personally put him here.

“I do have a private chef that cooks most of my meals. But it isn’t because I don’t enjoy cooking or know how to, it’s more for convenience.” His breath tickles my skin. My tennis shoes do nothing to give me any kind of height, so with him this close, it brings attention to just how vastly different our heights are. I’m only a few inches over five feet on a good day. He’s got to be at least a foot taller than me, but I’m a terrible judge of that. I know Carter used to brag that he was six feet tall, and Beck definitely has a few inches on him.

All for one and one for all. Jody is about 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighs about 130 pounds with long dark brown hair worn most often in a ponytail. She's a bit of a tomboy but all woman at the same time. A firm body and mostly muscle and nice round breasts and buns of steel. Jody is also a good student but more of an athlete. She plays b-ball for the school girls team and is a star player.

"I hope we didn't keep you waiting for too long, Mr Smith?" He looked up at her face. "A little." He said, and then he stood up. This man had to be at least 6'3 Katherine Cooper thought. She was 5'11, a height that towered high above most women and even some men nowadays, and yet compared to him, she felt petite. "Shall we?"

he affirmed rapidly. Her face dropped, just slightly, for a fraction of a second. Maybe she was hoping otherwise? Matt thought to himself, his heart giving a sudden, hopeful leap in his chest. He certainly wouldn't object to that in the slightest. She was younger than him by a couple of years, but she was strikingly, effortlessly beautiful. Even dressed down in a baggy tracksuit with damp hair, her bright blue eyes were captivating. She was short – standing at around five foot two compared to his broad, six-foot frame – but she was athletically built from her police training, projecting a fierce, protective strength that he found incredibly attractive.

Captain of the basketball team, so he's full of abs and whatnot. Ashton Johnson: 19, Height: 6'1, Black ink hair, grey eyes circled with eyeliner. Champion and leader of the swimming team—explains why we have a lot of access to water. Also fit. Definitely the "I'll kill you" type of person. Bellion or Bel Dawson: 17 and a half, Height: 5'9, Long blue tinted hair. Don't mess with me kind of person. Ariana Kings: 17 and a half, Height: 5'10, Long black wavy hair. An elite in school. You fuck with me, you get fucked up kind of person.

he said, his voice filled with the same anticipation that thrummed through my veins. Mr. Matthew was a tall and imposing figure, around 6 feet and 4 inches, with broad shoulders that hinted at a lifetime of hard work. His Salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed, contrasting with his piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. Deep laugh lines etched his weathered face, suggesting a man who had seen much of the world and wasn’t smile through it’s hardships. His strong jaw and slightly crooked nose gave him a rugged, yet approachable appearance. Dressed in a tailored suit, he carried himself with an air of quick confidence, making him both respected and admired by those who knew hi