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Of course. That sounds great. (:

Blake nodded to her and after a moment followed her. He sat next to her on the edge of the couch his face in his hands for a moment. He didn't know whether to explain himself or wait for her to ask questions, but he didn't much feel like getting into it at that moment. He sat up and looked out...

Blake stood with a blank expression clouding his face. His jaw set, he didn't say a word. He didn't want to start another argument and he most definitely didn't want to show his angry side again. He'd already let it have its time for the week. It's a wonder Quin still wanted to speak to him, he...

Blake took her hand in his, looking her in the eyes. "Everyone is here for one reason or another. It doesn't make us bad or any other negative word people might associate with this mansion. Some people pinpoint the weaknesses of others and try to bring them down, and that's their way of coping...

Blake walked back into the kitchen and immediately noticed the tears running down her face. He squatted down in front of her and gently wiped her tears away with his thumb. "Hey.." he whispered, concern evident in his tone and eyes, "she's alright. Just needs a little rest and time. Are you...

Blake's lips formed a flat line as he wordlessly walked over to the girl lying on the floor. He picked her up gently and effortlessly and walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room. He set her down gently on the bed and pulled the covers up over her. Before he left the room, barely...

Blake's face went slightly pale as worry flashed across his face. He recovered quickly and shot back at her, "No, she doesn't. Why don't you tell her?" He suggested. A front, nonetheless, but he really hoped she wouldn't say a word. He glared at her, almost threateningly. "I bet you don't have a...

I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas if I don't get to get on tomorrow! c:

Blake walks around Quin and up to Jordan "I know that you have an alcohol problem and you probably don't have one sincere bone in your body," he returns the same smile and adds, "you're welcome," before taking his place back at the counter.

Sorry I'm being so slow. Christmas party preparation and all that fun jazz. ._.

Blake grimaced at the words that came from Jordan. He looked down at Quin and gave her a half smile, "I don't think it'd be good for my health if I followed her." He brushes the tangles out of her hair where he'd messed it up earlier and steals a few M&Ms from her.

Blake stood by and watched as this girl, seemingly rude, turned into a decent person right before his eyes. Wow. Girls are weird. He pushed his hair out of his eyes before flipping it back into place. He didn't know whether to say anything or not, so he stood there awkwardly by Quin's side...

"I just.. used to play sports and such," he said, giving her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He didn't want to get into that right now, maybe not ever. He'd never talked about it with anyone.

Blake laughed, "I'm pretty good at running. I've had to do it enough." What he said was in a joking tone but it hit home harder than anyone would ever know. All the nights he'd ran away for his safety. All the times he didn't have it in him to fight so the only thing he could do was run. He...

"Fair enough," he says with a sly smile, "As long as you don't cheat, that is." He grins, referring to her earlier antics to get into the front door.

Blake chuckled. "Oh, we'll see alright." He hops off the counter and throws his water bottle away and this time leans against the counter. "Maybe we can have a little race. I'll go easy on you," he sticks his tongue out at her and then smiles.

He grabs a small handful of the candy with a grin, "Fine, but you have to keep up. I'd hate to have to leave you behind," he teases eating the candy. He'd forgotten about the party that was supposed to be going on.

Blake smiled, "It works for me," he states playfully. He watches her fill up the cup and shakes his head when she offers him some, "I'm good." He kicks his feet absentmindedly taking a sip of his water. In a high pitched female impersonation he says, "I'm watching my figure," and smirks at her.

"You definitely should. It's like a tattoo/piercing type shop. If you wanted anything I could probably give you a pretty good discount. So, you've never thought of anything else?" She didn't mean to ask so many questions but it was foreign to her. She'd never met anyone without huge dreams of...

Surprised, Blake followed her into the kitchen a small smile on his face. He puts his bags up and then faces her again. "Alright, I'll admit that was clever." He smirks and sits on the counter. She definitely found a way to distract him. He hoped he didn't wear the oh-so-happy gleam that he was...