(Nope, by all means, join in. It's open. xP)<br/><br/>Martin remained indifferent. He didn't think she was spoilt, as much as he thought something strange was just going on, though favoritism among the higher ranks didn't really seem to surprise him. They kissed once more, he didn't yet respond, holding his hands out on his lap in a relaxed position, it was about time he could kick back and relax for the night. Lying his muscular frame atop her form, his chest couldn't help but rub down against her busom, he could sense the sexual tension between them, a small rise tilting up in his tightly knitted briefs. He flicked his tongue out to kiss her once more, his breathing rather flat, as he responded to her question. " It's big enough. " Quick and firm, his answer was honest indeed, if you found a small tent suitable enough with a kettle outside always on the boil.<br/><br/>Suddenly however, he would find himself being almost literaly thrown through the doors, a sweat drop quickly running down the back of his skull, an awkward sensation sweeping him off his feet as he almost crashed face first into one of the higher ups, managing to just narrowly evade. " ..Phew.. " He muttered to himself, hiding behind a corner, like that of a ninja though with much less skill or refinement. As he managed to escape the fancy quarters, he found himself walking towards the barracks, and then outside to where some of the tents were positioned, his small space was rather tidy and had all of the required neccessities, he could have filed for an interior space by now but it was just too much of a hassle for him to go through, not to mention he wouldn't have much to fill it with. Packing up some of his belongins, which consisted of all of his hygene devices, some weapons and a picture frame, he began walking back out. " Hmm.. I should work on getting her a present or something. " He thought to himself, straying off into the town with his mask equipped, a heavy sack held over his shoulder.<br/><br/>He walked towards the local jewellers, exchanging a few coins back and forth, not that he had many to begin with and recieved a small silver locket at long last. With a deep breath, he walked outside, being able to hear the near-by sound of what would have been another pair of humans going at it in public. " ..Well. I'm off duty, it can't be helped. " He told himself, walking back down the street, possibly just missing Fero'lin on his way by, he would be wearing a white scarf around his neck, the mask covering the bottom part of his face, still wearing most of his chainmail from earlier. He began his walk back to Nixants quarters, holding a small metal case in his palm.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>