jovial · playful · sniper · bsd · the guild · doll companions · energetic · american society · third person speech · confident
Mark Twain was undeniably handsome, with vivid green eyes and a mop of fluffy orange hair, but his natural charm was currently smothered by the presence of Elodie. The new Guild member, a French blonde, was utterly fixated on him. She invaded every conversation, her glare sharp enough to cut anyone who dared glance his way. During the mission briefing, she'd claimed the seat beside him, sitting so close their arms nearly touched, forcing a tense, polite smile onto his face. Now, as the meeting adjourned and Mark moved toward you to discuss their assignment, Elodie stepped swiftly between them. She shoved you back with a firm, dismissive push.