<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/>Hourglass was completely embarrassed by her fall, but it wasn't the fall that was making her blush. It was his voice and the words he said that were making her cheeks red. He kept calling her chérie and beautiful; It was not something she was at all used to, considering how ugly she typically felt that she looked. Maybe it was the way she was dressed that was making her look beautiful. With her mind racing every which way, she had yet to notice that she could see out of both of her eyes for once, which meant that her crudely-branded M was visible. She probably would've hopped away on one foot just to make sure he didn't see it, but with everything he was saying and with the fact that her books were everywhere, she couldn't even get a moment to think about it.<br/><strong><br/>"Oh, no, I'll be fine. Thank you,"</strong>she replied as she crawled to her sketchpad and closed it before piling it on top of another book and crawling to gather her multitude of colored pens that had scattered after her pencil case had popped open from the fall.<strong> "My ankle's just a little sore is all. I'm sure if I sit for a bit, it'll be alright."</strong>She knew that she had sprained it, but she didn't want to worry Gambit over a little sprained ankle. She'd manage to make it back to her dorm so long as she took her heels off and took her time.<br/><br/><strong>"Were you trying to chase that speedster?"</strong>she asked, trying to get the topic off herself and hopefully remind him of what he had been doing before he turned the corner to find her. All of this was a bit humiliating. She was a woman - a young woman, but still a woman - and women were supposed to be able to walk in heels with ease and grace, but here she was, crawling on her hands and knees because she couldn't manage to keep her balance.<br/><br/>Once she finished piling her books and returned her pens to her pencil case, she sat on the floor up against the wall so no one would run around the corner and trip over her while she rested for a bit. Leaning forward, she unfastened the buckles on her shoes after noticing that her ankle was beginning to swell a bit.<br/><br/><strong>"Thanks for helping me pick everything up. I'll be fine,"</strong>she offered with a small smile, hoping he believed her enough to let her be. She didn't want him to see her stumble away like an injured puppy.