<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 13th, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gambit<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Damn speedster! Damn heels!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Outfit (https://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/5dsu48-l-610x610-blouse-school-school+uniform-uniform-school+girl-skirt-tartan-girly-short+skirt-mini+skirt-grey-sweater-knitted+sweater-pink-pale-plaid-pleated+skirt-pleated.jpg), Panties (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB10qDEOVXXXXXlaXXXq6xXFXXX6/Women-Lace-font-b-Silk-b-font-font-b-G-b-font-font-b-String-b.jpg), and Heels (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c3/c1/a0/c3c1a0f81b24db97ec782b5d22e7a042.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>As he spoke, she couldn't help but allow herself to stare at his chiseled jaw and the way his lips moved as he spoke sweetly to her in what she could only guess was French. It was such a beautiful-sounded language, especially from<em>his</em>lips. She never would've guessed that even the teachers at this school could be so handsome. For so long all she could do was secretly watch crushes from a distance and never speak with them. But here, at this school, there were so many to watch and even interact with. It was like all the years she kept to herself and didn't allow herself to grow feeling for anyone came all rushing back with no time to waste and so much to catch up on all at once.<br/><br/>Hourglass took the books her offered to her and set them in a neat pile on her lap, hiding the exposed skin of her thighs. She wasn't used to wearing such short skirts or revealing so much skin. And now, here was a handsome man that kept calling her beautiful, with a charming smile and eyes that she couldn't help but stare into. They were so oddly-colored but so perfect at the same time. They made her feel not so strange, herself.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh,"</strong>she mumbled softly as she snapped out of her mind for a moment when he asked about her ankle.<strong>"I... I think it'll be fine," </strong>she began before biting her lower lip.<strong>"But, if you think it's bad, I'll try not to kick you," </strong>she teased and tucked her bangs behind her ear, nervously. Her scar was now fully visible, but she still didn't recognize how exposed she was in that moment.<br/><br/><strong>"It's starting to swell, but... I'm sure I'll live,"</strong>she mentioned, not sure what to say as she took her books from her lap and hugged them to her chest.<br/><br/>Her ankle was, in fact, swollen. It seemed to be a typically sprain, which she had gotten once or twice in elementary school when playing outside during recess... when she was human. She'd probably just need to ice and elevate it when she managed to get herself back to her dorm. Not much else to do other than wrap it and take it easy.