"You probably hear it all the time, like it's some line or something but I aint like other boys," that much was true. Apple was a genuinely sweet kid. "I mean, like... I was raised on a commune," he shrugged. "We're always thinkin' about others and shit and how we can help everyone else out. Maybe that's why I'm so sweet," he grinned. Most people didn't believe him, most didn't even think that communes still existed. It was true though, Apple Evans had been born on a hippie commune, second generation.
"A really pissed off de-clawed cat," he laughed loudly. He loved Mack, she was awesome really but he would never fuck with her. "Though if anyone fucked with Tate I'm sure Mack would turn into a tiger and claw their eyes out."