STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE

Several of u guys asked me very nicely to voice this big feller...so here's a little voice test.

???: Like what ya see, honey?

[You jump at the sudden vocalization and take a step back as you take in the visage of the man before you. He's big. Real big. You feel intimidated immediately, but can feel your cheeks heat up as your eyes drift down to his big muscular arms. He definitely works out. You also notice all the scars riddling his thick, strong arms. You can't help but wonder where they came from…but you know it would be rude to just ask. As if reading your mind, the man chimes up.]

???: Heh…Takin' in the goods sweetheart? Don't be nervous. I know I look big and scary, but I promise you…I'm as gentle as a lamb. I work outdoors a lot y'see, get scratched up mighty fierce out there.

[You could from the tone of his voice and smoothness of his words that he was the type to call anyone "sweetheart" or "honey" regardless of gender or presentation...The man flexes his biceps to insinuate what he's saying, illicting you to glance away embarassed for a moment...You can tell from the glint his violet eyes, that he knew he was flustering you…and he was loving it.]

Tate Frost: Might as well jump straight to the formalities. I'm Tate. Tate Frost. You ain't from around here, are ya? I think I'd remember a cute lil' morsel like you.

>[Tell the truth.]<

[You don't really have a reason to lie. He seems nice and he's just trying to make conversation, quite a stark contrast to Vic up front.]

Y/N: I actually just moved here! It's quite a change for me, I haven't really gotten used to the uh…quaintness of all this. I'm Y/N by the way! It's nice to meet you.

Tate Frost: Heh…cute. If ya want I could help to get used to the…"quaintness" 'round here. I know it can be awfully lonely in these woods…Ain't much for miles an' all…I definitely could keep ya warm at night, if you wanted, Sha. :)