<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chloe M. Mallory<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act/ Trapeze Artist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Chloe's Private Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=51680918)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kep<br/><hr/><br/>Chloe fully expected for Kep to flee at a moment’s notice after the way he rose up from the chair as if the cushions were made of needles. To her surprise, he stopped at the door, and she nearly bumped into him in the process. She chuckled softly then gave him an apologetic smile for her momentary clumsiness. Just when she thought Kepler could not surprise her any more, he then complimented her choice of dress for the morning’s activities. A light color of pink dusted her cheeks as she felt genuine pleasure that he enjoyed her style. It was a much needed confidence boost after the run-in with Erin.<br/><br/>“Thank you,” she whispered softly as her hands ran over the front of the dress. “It shouldn’t ruin—.” Her explanation of the ease of washing garments stopped when Kepler suddenly kissed her cheek. She exhaled from her mouth as his scent assailed her nostrils. It made her want to bury her face in his neck. Her cheeks were now fully blushed with a light red color, and she barely heard Kep’s next set of words. Chloe was far too focused on the memory of his lips against her face. Her lips pressed together as her eyes flashed with something akin to affection as he walked away in his usual manner. More than anything, she wanted to call him back to enjoy a cup a tea along with just regular conversation in her room, but by the time she worked up the nerve, he was already gone. She pressed her head against the coolness of the door frame then quickly retreated to the privacy of her room with thoughts of kissing lingering on her mind.