<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00am</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Antigone's Room</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/09/davis.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Barthaholmew Alvin Creed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15290256#msg15290256)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Jean and shirt<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Listening in<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Antigone<br/><hr/><br/>“Hello Antigone.”  He gave her a half smile, there was a part of him kind of expected her to stay away from him, not out of fear but perhaps distrust.  So the fact that she used her powers to open the door, he understood.  He walked in but stopped away from her a bit.  He coughed to clear his throat as he looked about the room quickly.<br/><br/>“Umm Hi.  Ah…About earlier.  I wanted to apologize about what I said.  I by no means meant to obligate you or make you feel a certain way towards me.”  He was much calmer than his verbal diarrhea from before.  In truth he was relaxed almost…cool.<br/><br/>“I like you Antigone.  I am not some giant alien like Kaine, or some walking chocolate demigod like Eric. I am just plain ol’ me and I wasn’t sure if that was enough to get your attention.  I would never push up…make you think you had to sleep with me to stay here.  I understand that my jest was inappropriate and I am sorry.  Maybe you will forgive me?”    He breathed as his eyes met her own as he stood before her only a foot between them now.<br/><br/>