<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2h6bqqe.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Connor Marks<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Planck<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Sophomore Ne'er-do-well<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any, Lara<br/><br/><hr/>He grinned at her protests.  "You're totally worth the trouble," he grinned.  Then he caught that look in her eyes, the one he knew too well, the one she always had when she tried to push him away or convince him she somehow wasn't worth a bit of adversity.  "You're worth the trouble," he said softly, touching her cheek for a moment.<br/><br/>He chuckled.  "Maybe.  So what, some corporate idiot could try to sell it off to the highest bidder?  So the government could seize control of it?"  He grinned.  "No thanks.  I'l solve the world's problems when they put me in charge."  He cupped her cheek again.  "And you're not broken," he said, with a certain finality.<br/><br/>He chuckled at her accusation and her admonition, waiting until she glanced down at her soaked shirt.  A moment after, he tossed the damp towel over her head.  He stepped over to his dresser, glancing over his shoulder to see if she was behaving modestly or sneaking a peek.  "So the new idea... how much do you trust me?"<br/><br/>He slid on a pair of loose fitting jeans, boxer briefs beneath them, and tucked himself away.  He grabbed a sleeveless shirt after, tugging it over his head.  "Do you trust me enough to let me hypnotize you and mess with your brain?"  He grinned, but it was that 'I'm-kidding-but-I'm-not-kidding' grin.