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[color=lightgray][color=#6C72C6]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=#6C72C6]Location:[/color] The Ball
[color=#6C72C6]Interactions:[/color] [@Remram] Nolan
[color=#6C72C6]Mention:[/color] [@FunnyGuy] Lorenzo
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[color=#B3EBC0]“Got you, I’ve got you…”[/color]

[right][color=#6C72C6]“I… I am got.”[/color][/right]

Marina managed absentmindedly, her violet eyes still wide and fixed on the commotion, zeroing in on the sight of [color=#FA8072]Lorenzo’s[/color] fist caught in Count Damien’s palm.

[color=#B3EBC0]“I, uh—are you o-okay?”[/color]

Nolan’s voice drew her attention back just long enough for her to blink up at him, mouth slightly agape.

Then excitement overtook her countenance, shifting her features. [color=#6C72C6]“Duke Vikena just tried to punch King Peedin,”[/color] she whispered, wonder creeping into her tone. [color=#6C72C6]“What an absolute legend!”[/color] The last word came out in a low growl, and the force of her own enthusiasm caused her to grab on to Nolan, one hand clutching at his shoulder while the other slid around his arm to keep herself upright.

[color=#6C72C6]“I only wish I had thought of it first,”[/color] she continued, shifting closer as she craned around him for a better view. [color=#6C72C6]“He is going down in the history books!”[/color] Marina then rested her curly-haired head against his upper arm and leaned into him without a second thought.

[color=#6C72C6]“...I [i]need[/i] his signature in my book.”[/color]

Then [color=#FA8072]Lorenzo[/color] turned on Calbert, the tone of his voice carrying but his words not quite comprehensible.

Marina’s grip on Nolan tightened. [color=#6C72C6]“Oh!”[/color] Her eyes widened with interest. [color=#6C72C6]“Are they going to [i][b]fight[/b][/i]?”[/color]

She lifted herself slightly on her toes, pressing closer to Nolan in her effort to see past the crowd. One hand had found the back of his shoulder. The other remained curled around his arm. Her cheek was still resting against him.

For several seconds, Marina had not mentally digested their current predicament.

Then she finally became aware of exactly where she was.

Her eyes moved slowly from Nolan’s hand at her side, to the arm supporting her back, and finally upward to his face.

Her cheeks turned bright red, and she stared up at him in shock, suddenly very still, as though any movement might somehow make the situation more obvious than it already was.

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