<span style="color: #FF0000">Roy strolled through the school's front lawn, slightly out of breath and sweating but with a placid expression on his face all the same. He had the day off from work, and it was almost a ritual to go on an almost town-encompassing five mile run every time he did. He was the kind of man that, if he wasn't going to work or anywhere fancy, could almost always be found wearing tight football sweats and a t-shirt. Every now and then, he might even be found skipping or singing on his way home, as he never felt the need to act too much like an adult so long as he felt he was being responsible.<br/><br/>Roy stopped as he heard someone call out to him, smiling when he saw who it was despite feeling a bit uneasy.<br/><br/>"Hey Margareth," he said, extending his hand out to her with a smile still on his face. He quite liked Margareth, in fact, but ever since Keith's death the rumors about her and him made him have flashes of a gritty sex murder every time he saw her. Not that he'd ever consider her capable of such a thing, of course. His mind just liked to be dramatic at times, even when he didn't want it to be. The smell of the cupcakes interrupted his thoughts.<br/><br/>"These," he said, gesturing out at the cupcakes, "smell as good as I remember them being. If only I wasn't on a diet."<br/><br/>He winked before wiping sweat off his brow, panting audibly and pretending to be a whole lot more tired than he actually was. Margareth's eyes sent another flash of blood splattering on bed sheets through his brain.</span>