((OOC:<strong>Predator's Insight</strong>- Esther has learned that Marshall has the weakness Doesn't Know How to Talk to Women (2d3).  The idea of using this knowledge against him is a little bit Tempting... but not in a hard-to-resist way.))<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=161073.msg10213692#msg10213692">Quote from: PrestaDGTation on 05-07-2014, 05:41:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You're <em>way</em> too high strung right now.  You know that, right?"  Her smile brightened, although her eyes were still hard, in a lazily mischievous way.  "I mean, thinking I, of all people, am going to shun you for liking a Japanese Dexter's Lab.  I personally like how they did the Powerpuff Girls, but that's, y'know, if you're a hippy.  ..Come with me."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Marshall's mouth worked for a moment without sound, and then he sighed.  "Yeah, I guess I am.  Er, you liked Powerpuff Girls Z?  I thought it was... oh!"  Realizing that she was walking away, Marshall hurried after Esther - nearly tripping over another student's chair as he did.  Receiving a glare from the chair's owner - Cynthia - he blushed deep red, muttered a "sorry," and doubled his pace.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: PrestaDGTation</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If you know enough about me to know I've been to SoHum, you probably know my nickname here.  My treat, if you want.  Or if you have moral issues about that, I might have others ways to calm you down.. Or maybe I shouldn't tease your imagination like that."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Oh, um, I didn't actually know you'd BEEN there, I just..." His voice became very small and embarassed.  "I heard another student call you the 'weed girl' so I thought you might have heard of it, since, um, well, what Humboldt is famous for.  ...Oh, I don't smoke.  Not that I have anything against it!  I just... don't..."  His brain seemed to catch up with the second half of her statement.  Again, he turned beet red and his mouth moved with nothing except a quiet squeak.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: PrestaDGTation</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What's got you <em>acting</em> so nervous, Marshie?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I'm not acting nervous!" he protested.  "I'm just, um, I'm..."  He let his face fall into his hands.  "I'm just lying to you about where I'm from, that's all..." he managed in a small voice.  Seeming to steel himself, he met her gaze, his eyes apologetic.  "Look, I've got a... complicated past.  I really don't like talking about it - people want to ask all sorts of questions and feel sorry for me."  He scratched the back of his head distractedly.  "It's easier to just pick some place the person I'm talking to is familiar with and, you know, be from there.  I, um... I'm good at geography and remembering things about places, so I don't usually get caught."<br/><br/>Despite the situation he was in, Marshall almost sounded impressed.