<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Y9I3Er3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Yolande's Dormroom doorframe<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 6th, 6:50 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Meticulous<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem can't help but notice Yolande's beauty. But she course corrects quickly and asks about the girl's liquor preference again.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>red sweater in avatar photo. Blue jeans. black ballet flats. Hair up in a ponytail.<br/><hr/>Salem took a few comfortable steps in and took a brief look around to out of habit. Not much was different here than in other kids rooms. Yolande had added a few touches here and there, but she clearly hadn’t taken the space over yet. It was to be expected, she’d only been here a day or two and all of her stuff was still at home.<strong>“You could call them of course.”</strong>Salem said as she made herself comfortable. There was a small chair near the bed, and it was the perfect place to sit.<br/><br/><strong>“I’ve just got an administrative attitude about things. You’ll have to use a middle man eventually. But yeah.”</strong>Salem didn’t miss an opportunity to take work off of her plate. She had a lot to accomplish on any given day, and if Yolande wanted to do the organization herself, that was fine.<strong>“I can show you were a good phone to use is, and I’ll help anyway so that the mansion and Xavier pays for the shipping. There are account numbers and payment methods and such that I have committed to memory.”</strong><br/><br/>Salem leaned back in the chair, and set her bag down beside it. She didn’t want to pull any notebook paper out while the two of them were in this position. It would feel too much like a therapist and a patient. Salem was far from qualified for such a task, and even accidentally looking like one was out of the question. Yolande was either trying to be seductive, or was so confidant that she didn’t give a damn about what she was showing off.<br/><br/>Salem’s subconscious only had so much control. As the girl laid on her bed, Salem’s eyes wandered. She couldn’t stop herself. The legs particularly were attractive. Gaining control of herself quickly was a priority. Salem didn’t like to invade people’s privacy, and she hadn’t asked to be soaking in the girl’s beauty like that.<em>‘Might as well say something about it Salem.’</em><br/><br/>Salem gripped the arm of the chair and cleared her voice.<strong>“Sorry, not trying to stare.”</strong>Her eyes were politely fixed high now on Yolande’s eyes like they had been before. Salem didn’t know how obvious it was that she had checked out the foreign import, but she didn’t want to pretend like she hadn’t done it.<strong>“What do you want to drink? I can get that for you much sooner than all of your things. And I’m sure I have extra bottles of face cleanser, and good shampoos that you probably haven’t got in that bathroom yet.” - “extra make-up, too”</strong>Salem was calm now, it felt good to be casual in one of these meetings. Yolande was more mature than most of the students she’d tried to help. And, although she expected the other woman to be mean. Things were going pretty well.