<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">As he shook her hand she took the chance to really look at Marcus, and she had to admit., she was looking at one fine specimen of a man. Shaking any more, interesting thoughts out of her head she smiled sweetly. <br/>
"Well if you're interested, after I get you set up in your new place I could cook you dinner. Not to brag but I make the BEST larp noodles this side of the planet." She wasn't sure if he'd want to but here was to hoping.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><span style="font-size: 15px">As the transport finally began to move Scara was jostled and groaned a bit before spreading her legs and sighing as her body relaxed. This was why she wore the cargo pants. The bagginess allowed her to sit however she wanted without the awkward bulge and even more awkward questions. </span></span></span>