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[color=#851309][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Bea Endive[/sub][/right]
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[indent][indent][color=E0633C][i]"There, do I still look presentable?"[/i][/color]

Kavan couldn't help but chuckle a bit and shake his head as he watched Bea smooth out her dress and tame the few strands of hair that had gotten messed up during their brief and only slightly awkward encounter. [color=#851309]"You look as beautiful as ever,"[/color] the young man said simply as he also took that moment to smooth out his own suit. It wasn't until after Beatrice had mentioned it that he realized she'd gotten a bit of her makeup on his jacket. He didn’t really care too much about the stain, seeing as though he could afford to have it cleaned. Besides, this would probably be the last time he’d ever wear the suit anyway; he'd already had a few thoughts about selling it or giving it away after the night was over. Nevertheless, he stayed quiet as Bea carefully cleaned off the foundation with the wipes she’d pulled from her purse. [color=#851309]“Thank you.”[/color]

Beatrice Endive was a hard person to figure out, that was certain. As Kavan followed the young woman towards the exit, he couldn't help but try to figure out exactly what was going on in that head of hers. Usually, he was good at this. Figuring out what made people tick, studying their micro-expressions, noticing some of the signals they'd send out that would reveal certain details about themselves... Kavan was good at reading people. But when it came to Bea, in this particular situation, he was clueless. He had no idea why Bea had wrapped herself around him just a few moments ago, and he hadn't the slightest clue of what caused her mood to change so quickly. 

As soon as the pair had exited the tent, Bea immediately began to dig through her purse once more. She didn't stop digging until she produced a cigarette and lighter; Kavan involuntarily wrinkled his nose at the sight of it all, but quickly returned his expression to a neutral one. The young man stayed quiet, burying his hands in his pockets as Bea took a drag from the cigarette. [color=E0633C][i]"Aah, sorry Kavan. Do you smoke? I can stand more downwind,"[/i][/color] Bea said, but Kavan simply shook his head.

[color=#851309]"Smoking isn't for me,"[/color] he said, [color=#851309]"It's a... bad habit. Not that I'm judging, or anything. I've tried to get a few of my friends to quit, but at the end of the day, what you all decide to do is your prerogative..."[/color] Kavan's voice trailed off as he let his eyes wander. There were a few other students standing in various areas, the majority of them in the parking lot. Kavan rolled his eyes at the sound of a high-pitched voice yelling in the distance. Of course, it wouldn't be a true a King's Academy function without a little bit of drama. [color=#851309]"So, want to talk about what's got you so... upset tonight?"[/color] Kavan said, changing the subject. 
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