<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/15/a0/1c/15a01c032a26dfede9936122d48e16f5.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 27th 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Library<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Levi<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Foot meet mouth<br/><br/>"Oi! Easy with the claw there, kitten." Troy was caught off guard by the knife, only then seeing the headphones she wore and realized that he had just startled her beyond belief. He took a step back and was about to apologize when he too heard a commotion and the smell of something acrid and ... magic. He turned his much taller body away and stood with a protective stance between her and the end of the book stack. It wasn't just that he thought himself chivalrous - there was a twinge of something more. But he had given her a few more feet of space - not wanting to know what else she might be packing. His large arms went out to the side in case he needed to block anything (from in front or behind him) and he peered around the corner in the direction of the noise.<br/><br/>She was no longer trapped (though his cheeks pinked ever so slightly at the potentially of her thinking it was his intention) but he did look back to her for a moment.<em>Damn!</em>And she was gorgeous to boot. Just his luck that he had messed up his introduction and attempt to help so royally. About to ironically ask if she was okay, a blur of a man and then a woman ran past them towards a library exit. Troy stepped out into the aisle, waiting with a held breathe to see what else might happen. "This certainly didn't happen last year."<br/><br/>He then turned back towards that coveted high shelf.