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"Very well. I shall do what my master says." He stalked out of the house, but returned and put on his original clothing first. He set the old cloth's on Mallroy's bed and left a note, then went and hid in the forest. Waiting.

I awoke from my nap and paced the room a bit. Lance obviously had not been interested in me, nor did anyone else in this god for saken house some called their home. It would never be my home. 29 Bareneck Avenue was my home, and that would never change, even though it now lied a pile of ashes. It was just a guess, but I was sure even after only a few days of being gone it was already long since forgotten. Who would want to remember the house of a dirty drunk and his daughters? I walked downstairs in my velvet red dress, a small shall over my shoulders. Perhaps tonight I could make cookies for everyone, to show I cared if nothing else. As I entered, an unfarmiliar girl sat next to Lance and Mallroy. "Hello," I said, face brightening, "I don't think we have met, I am Dawn," She had bits of ash and soot in her hair, and seemed traumatized, to say the least. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

The house was wonderful in an odd way. The downstairs was loud, and it was where everyone ran around enjoying eachother's company and all that. But the bedroom quarters were quiet and tranquil, a good place to write out battle plans to be sent to the other side. These people won't know what hit 'em.

Mallory remained quiet, now somewhat embarrassed by the way Lillith had suggested Lance and he must be 'very close'. He supposed he had been paying an undue amount of attention to the man. The last thing he needed was that sort of information getting back to his father. Mallory finally laughed off his embarrassment saying "Mademoiselle I assure you that I would be just as verbal if you lost an article of clothing every time I looked at you. After all, he was fully dressed when I met him." Oh, that did not come out right at all. But it would only sound worse if he tried to backtrack now. Mallory looked to back to Lillith. "Ah, your hair..." He steps closer to her, brushing a bit of the soot with his fingertips. "You've not even had a chance to get the ashes off of you."

Lance listened carefully then slipped off up the stairs. Her went into Lexi's room and got a room key as well as two sets of clothing. One was warm clothing one was moderate. He walked back down the stairs and smiled warmly. "Room seven." He said and placed the bundle on the table beside her. "Look out; you’re right next door to the player." He laughed loudly and put an arm around Mali’s shoulders jokingly. It was easy to tell that Mal would never take a woman on a date.

Mallory looks terribly confused by Lillith's reaction when Lance tells her she will be rooming next to the player. Then he realizes they actually mean him! Surely Lance was joking, but Lillith had taken him seriously. "Please, you must take this one's words with a grain of salt. I am far from a player; I've never dated anyone." Mallory thought to say more, but did not. After all, it was not in his nature to yell from the mountain tops that he was only attracted to men. A few people seemed to already know, but it was something Mallory had yet to admit aloud. "If there is anyone that should worry you, it would be my father. Beautiful women are the only thing of importance in his life."

Lance twirled enthusiastically His loose Silver hair falling into his eyes. “A grain of salt?” He asked very much entertained. “I do believe that I am very literal in my speaking habits.” He winked to the girl and patted the counter as if tapping out. “And you are quite the young player Mali, I don’t live with one man who would not….Well I should not speak of such things in front of fair ears.” He laughed, the sound like crystals hitting a marble staircase.

"Of course, mademoiselle." Mallory smiles and inclines his head politely to the departing woman. And when she is gone, he immediately turns to Lance with a curious expression. "You do not live with one man who would not what, monsieur? I dare not guess lest I make a fool of myself." Or more of a fool of himself, anyway. He seemed to be quite good at doing that around Lance. Really, it was utterly embarrassing.