<div class="floatleft">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff123/Scrapper349/th_Russell.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Russell Davis<br/>Dining Hall<br/>Tagged: Sashira and Yuri</strong><br/><br/>Russell met Yuri's accusing gaze unflinchingly. "Would you rather I accused you directly?" he shot back harshly. Anger rose up in his voice as he continued to speak. "When a girl's making out with with a guy she seems to like, and then acts flustered and runs off like she's not ready to go further, that's fine. But when that guy finds out that less than half an hour later she's been doing the horizontal tango with another guy she hasn't even met before, you gotta ask yourself what the hell's going on. Whether she's letting it go that far of her own free will - or whether she isn't." The youth's blue eyes slid over to meet Sashira's for a moment, and bitterness took the place of the anger in his voice. "Or whether she was just messing with the first guy's head for grins."<br/><br/>Russell shifted his attention back to Yuri. "And the fact that you talk about her like she's your property ain't exactly reassuring."<br/><br/><br/><br/>