After leaving the class Marcus went over to the field where PE was held. He spent some time watching the girl's volleyball team bounce around for him, occasionally freaking one of them out with his little rat. He smoked half a pack without noticing it, 'guess I'm stressed', he though tossing another finished one to the pile by his feet. Contrary to popular belief, he enjoyed his time with Avarael, or whatever she wanted to be called. He sighed once more until he saw Rachael coming onto the field.<br/><br/>He put on a fake smile, which he really didn't feel like putting on but doing it anyway, and ran up to her. "Hey there, sweet thing", he said through the surprisingly genuine looking smile. He got a smell of her, "So, followed the angel I see", he said moving his fingers into quotation marks on angel. He could see that she was looking sad and moved a hand onto her chin, moving her to look at him, "What's wrong?", he asked with genuine concern. "You look positively disheartened", he said with a bit of an over exaggerated pompous accent.