<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Thursdy, January 11th - 8am</strong></span><br/><em>Front Door</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://img.discogs.com/FiP3LlzfCZUXH3OKK_fNO6GRA2s=/600x745/smart/filters:strip_icc():format(jpeg):mode_rgb():quality(90)/discogs-images/A-2796262-1412178013-1149.jpeg.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>WHO:</strong> Kaine Brooks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15291877#msg15291877)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Tank Top, Gym Shorts, Socks, Slides(Flip-Flops)<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Welcoming Tiggy<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Marley, Antigone</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">  While it was true he didn't outright say he voted for the ferrokinetic Valkyrie to stay, Marley took enough from his behavior and mannerisms to know he approved, and officially told her to settle in. "Welcome to the Madhouse. Hope you enjoy your stay," he told their newest resident with a smile. "You been standin' vigil for a while, so after you put your stuff up, go ahead and get some food. Consider it a reward for your first guard duty."<br/><br/> His fellow Founder told her that the weekends were usually completely free for the students, and he nodded his head. "Us too, most of the time. Just because the world kinda ended, doesn't change the weekend." Even with the awkwardness between them, he could hear how tired Marley was...mentally or figuratively he supposed as he was pretty sure <em>physically</em> she couldn't get tired, what with her always healing. He kept a smile despite Antigone whispering rather loudly in his own ears to Marley on her way inside. <br/><br/>Reaching up to his head, he pulled at the knot tied onto the back of his durag, and removed it from his skull to reveal perfectly kept waves. He lightly rubbed his hand over his hair to make sure everything was smooth, then placed the rag in his pocket. It took a few precious moments that allowed him to maintain this awkward silence and not turn it into even more awkward conversation. Marley decided to open up though and say what they were both thinking, but neither wanted to bring up. They needed to...<em>talk</em>. <br/><br/>He sighed softly, but nodded his head and put his hands on his hips. She was right; they did. He looked sidelong at her, because as she was dressed right now, it was still hard to see her straight on. "Yeah. I s'pose you're right. We do. You uhh...wanna change first? Or you okay talkin' like this? Seems a bit uncomfortable for the situation."<br/><br/></span><br/>