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Iliana
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"No more questions. At least, not for now. We'll finish after some breakfast in the morning."
Marce didn't bother to wait for her to answer, for he knew that nothing but some smart ass comment was going to come out. So, instead, he grabbed both the notebook and the tablet, tucking the two items under his arm while standing over Ace. She still didn't care to hold eye contact with him and it was too late for Marce to argue that. She did whatever she wanted while he did whatever he wanted. It was his house, at that. He was gracious enough to let her stay there for the time being. However, he knew he'd eventually have to go back to work and boy was he going to have eyes on him when he walked into that building and passed the grey and navy blue suits.
"Follow me. You can sleep in my room. The guest room is still being painted and I won't have you sleeping on a couch." He lead her through the house, turning on the hallway light as he passed through so that he would have some sort of light when he came back the same way. He looked behind him once to make sure Ace was okay...as if something horrible could've happened to her in the short time of leading her to the room. Marce was really riding the paranoid train that night.
"I'll wake you up when the food is done. If you do wake up, don't leave the room. There is a bathroom already in there at your disposal. Don't argue, it's just precautions." He held the door open for her, flipping the light switch on and standing in the frame of the door way, waiting for her to walk in and do her necessary preparations for bed. He didn't have a fear that she would escape. He was just...looking out for her in the safe confines of his home. Yeah, he was losing it.
"Sleep well."
Marce didn't bother to wait for her to answer, for he knew that nothing but some smart ass comment was going to come out. So, instead, he grabbed both the notebook and the tablet, tucking the two items under his arm while standing over Ace. She still didn't care to hold eye contact with him and it was too late for Marce to argue that. She did whatever she wanted while he did whatever he wanted. It was his house, at that. He was gracious enough to let her stay there for the time being. However, he knew he'd eventually have to go back to work and boy was he going to have eyes on him when he walked into that building and passed the grey and navy blue suits.
"Follow me. You can sleep in my room. The guest room is still being painted and I won't have you sleeping on a couch." He lead her through the house, turning on the hallway light as he passed through so that he would have some sort of light when he came back the same way. He looked behind him once to make sure Ace was okay...as if something horrible could've happened to her in the short time of leading her to the room. Marce was really riding the paranoid train that night.
"I'll wake you up when the food is done. If you do wake up, don't leave the room. There is a bathroom already in there at your disposal. Don't argue, it's just precautions." He held the door open for her, flipping the light switch on and standing in the frame of the door way, waiting for her to walk in and do her necessary preparations for bed. He didn't have a fear that she would escape. He was just...looking out for her in the safe confines of his home. Yeah, he was losing it.
"Sleep well."