<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d6/e3/19/d6e319cf0b62cbf2413c68fe2e853483.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Music Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 10th, Late Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jono - CLOSED<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Being a talkative audience<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as photo<br/><hr/><br/>As Cam sat near him, her pheromones, which were always exuding the scent of flowers from her pores, began to envelop the area around her. Typically, her pheromones caused others to feel pleasure and attraction towards her. Camelia tended to make a lot of friends this way, but it was not her first go-to with making friends. She liked being around people; She was a social butterfly. Sure, her pheromones did help her to make friends, but they only helped to attract friends. As far as keeping friends, that was all on her. If they weren't within the designated distance, would they still want to be friends with her? It was a thought she didn't like to think about.<br/><br/>Jono seemed to be more interested in his music than he was in talking to her. She could see the hesitation to respond, but she simply sat and waited for him to speak, not paying any mind to the leather over the lower part of his face. When he finally spoke though, she smiled. Oh, how she loved a man with an accent. It caused her to close her eyes just to listen before sighing softly with a slight smirk on her lips. It caused her to miss the fact that his jaw never moved as he spoke.<strong>"You should sing. You have a nice voice,"</strong>she replied as she leaned forward slightly, her hands on the edge of the desk, just outside her bare thighs. Her shirt was still covering enough that her panties couldn't be seen unless he really tried to get a peek.<br/><br/>Blue eyes watched his hands as he went about looking through his CDs, seeming to be looking for which song to play next. She took the opportunity to continue their conversation while he wasn't super focused on playing.<strong>"You shouldn't care what others think about how you look. My career was based on looks and I don't care. People can get over themselves,"</strong>she commented, swinging her legs back and forth as she watched him carefully looking through his CDs.<br/><br/><strong>"My mutation isn't a pretty one. I melted some guy's face. He tried to stick his tongue down my throat, but my saliva is super toxic, so he got what was coming to him."</strong>The way she spoke about it was so nonchalant. It was as if she had no remorse for the guy and the state she had put him in. She truly didn't care. If anything, she was angry with the guy for what he did. More-so for outing her than for trying to force himself on her. She had already let that anger go; He got enough punishment for that crude act, himself. Cam also seemed to be completely unaware of how he truly looked under the leather, and she truly had no care to ask. But, it probably would've been good to know so she didn't talk to him about how she melted some guy's face. It probably made her seem a little insensitive to how Jono may feel about his condition.<br/><br/><strong>"So, Jono, what are you doing up so late? Couldn't fall asleep either?"</strong>she asked, wanting to keep the conversation going for as long as she could before he found what he was looking for.