<div class="floatleft">(https://i.mdel.net/newfaces/i/2013/03/21I7274.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Marshall Wood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15272667#msg15272667)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>Oct. 1st, 2:30AM<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Castle Halls<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Pictured, w/slippers<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"> Mood:</span></span></strong>Exhausted<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Wandering the halls, trying to get tired<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Valerie<br/><hr/><br/>He saw that moment of shame on the girl's face, when she apologized. It was actually causing his own features to soften apologetically. It wasn't in his nature to make people feel bad. Especially not girls. Outdated mindset, sure. But that's the way his dad had taught him to be.<br/>He might have apologized himself, right then:<em>"Hey, no, you're right… I wasn't thinking… I'm not used to elegant castles."</em><br/>A number of different ways he would have been willing to take the blame on himself, just to brighten her mood.<br/>Then there was a change.<br/><br/>Before he knew what was happening, the girl shifted her body language back up and wide, ready to take on the world. Or just ready to take on him.<br/>Marshall's brows rose with her shoulders. He hadn't been ready for it. Wild mood swings in the middle of the night. He'd just been trying to walk off the jet lag. Not go toe to toe with the hall sheriff.<br/>Next thing he knew she was scolding him again. Trying to make him feel bad for endangering these "priceless artifacts". Come to think of it, had anyone ever even mentioned any of these things being antiques, or irreplaceable?<br/>But before he could answer that question to himself, the girl changed again.<br/><br/>One of his brows stayed quirked up in disbelief as she, Valerie, put on a sugary sweet smile, and referred to herself as a nag.<br/>Marshall was dumbfounded. There was a moment where he was looking for the words to respond to what just happened, and when they came to him, they fell out in an uncommitted<strong>"o-k...I'll try to keep that in mind, and be careful…"</strong><br/><br/>Desperate to try and change the bizarre vibe in the hall, he took a few steps toward her.<br/><strong>"...Valerie, right? So, are you not able to sleep too?"</strong>