<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/17/f3/34/17f33405cb4d535c9add38547889026e.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>Oliver Demitri Alphonso Groti (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.0)<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>Monday, September 30th| 2pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Grand ballroom| Under the table<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>See picture (Black overcoat olive sweater & Jeans)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Curious| Admiring<del>everyone</del>the castle<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Familiarizing himself| Yanked under the table and held against his will?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Open| Leena<br/><hr/><br/>There had been many times where Oliver had stuck himself in business that probably wasn't needed due to the overwhelming curiosity that drove him forward, ignoring the little voice in his head that would save him from an otherwise unpleasant experience. It would have saved him from the unexpected left hook a few years ago that left his jaw in pieces for a few weeks and having not have to slurp his meals down with a straw, but then again he wouldn't have also come across an assault in progress so the need to throw himself into unknown territory at times did have it's use. While he highly doubted the odd girl suddenly ducking under the table was anything that severe by any means the same thought process followed through never the less, hazel eyes squinting in order to deduct if what his previous thought of her simply too afraid of getting sick in front of a crowd was the reasoning, he was woefully prepared for what she actually did. At first Oliver was fairly certain the spastic girl had been under some kind of ailment that made her seek out the safety of underneath the table in the ballroom, the easy melt of his smile stretching across his rugged features aimed at the back of her head as though she could feel his well intentions for what they were. Oliver wasn't one to skip out on aiding someone no matter how weird they acted as the fact she had an odd allure to her overall presence only strengthened the mentality of extending his help, so long as he didn't actually get vomit on him he'd survive with anything else.<br/><br/>It was that strange allure though that he would get quite the up close viewing of that ultimately changed the dynamic as no sooner had he ushered out his aide did Oliver find himself snatched out of his chair by what he could only describe as 'crazy strength', Leena looking like a little slip of thing but in Oliver's experience the unusual ones typically were able to tap into some bank of unexpected strength that didn't seem possible. Giving a rather surprised yelp that in hindsight probably sounded a bit more pathetic than what he wished it would have sounded his rump left his chair to join the girl under the table in a blink of an eye, any available light now obscuring the two of them in dim darkness as he caught his breath.The damn girl sprung like she was like some kind of serpent as Oliver was vividly reminded with how she practically tore into his coat from her grab, the young man thankful he had the coat in place as some kind of protection. The thoughts of getting ripped to shreds by Leena's nails however was the least of Oliver's worries as the sudden press of her lithe form using itself to completely immobilize himself as she wound around him replaced what worry with now growing concern, and maybe a dash of awe. Crazy or not staring into those wide eyes did have a way of hypnotizing the brawler in a way if any other had they wouldn't be met with stunned compliance, or maybe it was because she seemed like she was on a hair trigger as it was and finally that little voice in his said it wouldn't be in his best interest to test her. Not until he at least figured out her brand of crazy.<br/><br/>Rich hazel completely focused on Leena's own pools even in the low light he could make out her fair but distinct features, the closeness aiding in that regard, but actually feeling them against his scruff made up for a more vivid picture.So when she actually did speak Oliver was acutely aware even while completely stunned by her antics, who slapped their hand over someone's mouth like this anyways?Brows knotted briefly he would comply with Leena's demand of an answer through blinks as silly as it was, giving a noticeable blink twice before her hand finally uncovered his mouth to reveal the twist of his lips already curled in an amused smirk.<strong>"Okay you're not getting sick...good to know."</strong>He couldn't help but muse smoothly, at least he could cross that off the list of what was Leena's issues; but something told him that list was probably longer than even he could fathom. Now able to focus on anything other than the way her hand had felt across his mouth Oliver was able to shake away some of the shock from himself to instead flash a conspiratorial look his cohort's way, noting she hadn't quite moved away as he took the initiative to give Leena a poke right in the center of her forehead with his forefinger.<br/><br/><strong>"Names Oliver, Oliver Groti, that while I'd say it was a pleasure, sorta....but you mind telling me just <em>who</em> you think is following you?"</strong>Oliver mused thoughtfully, that maybe playing into the girl's fantasy would give up more answers.<strong>"You know if you wanted to know my name though all you had to do was ask...not that under the table isn't er...interesting."</strong>The more playful hint teased at Oliver's voice as he flashed a grin, his hand now held out as he gave a cock of his head.<strong>"What's your name mystery girl?"</strong>