Seth Branson
@delphicdon
Now we're lost somewhere in outer space, in a hotel room where demons play, they run around beneath our feet whilst we roll around beneath these sheets.
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26-10-2015 20:01:51
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He wasn't a violent man, he wasn't going to lash out or raise his tone; and such would prove his innocence further. He- — E m m a.
-merely watched — E m m a. with a stern eye, jaw tensed and hands firmly planted in his trouser pockets. "Move on?" he couldn't-
-subdue his amusement over the irony that tainted his tone of voice, which now fell sombre. "I moved on from such an- — E m m a.
-'incident' before, one of the /exact/ same nature. Well, I tried. Turns out I went full circle. I could lose my job- — E m m a.
-because of this, — E m m a.. Especially since it exposed me and Brooke. What do you expect me to do? Leave? Change my name? Hope-
-that this accusation isn't repeated despite having two identical ones working against me?" — E m m a.
"Where has Manon Ainsworth been as of late?"
"Forget about the affair? You really think that my job as a teacher will continue after finding out that I was involved- — E m m a.
-with a student?" it was rhetorical, he didn't want to linger on the topic, for the thought of what was to happen- — E m m a.
-would only stress him. With a shake of his head, Seth expelled a prolonged sigh. A single hand then raising to briefly- — E m m a.
-pinch the bridge of his nose and close his eyes. A flicker of a moment passed and he regained his open posture. "No. It's- — E m m a.
-not something you need to fix. You did what any person would do, don't bother worrying yourself about it. You've been- — E m m a.
-through far worse." — E m m a.
"...that's a way of putting it." Manon Ainsworth
A single hand reached forth until it met the wine bottle, then bringing it toward himself; topping up his glass. At Manon Ainsworth's-
-comment, Seth furrowed his brows slightly, head tilting somewhat out of both confusion and curiosity. "In no way are you- Manon Ainsworth
-like anyone else, especially when it comes to knowing me." placing the wine bottle aside, his gaze lingered on Manon Ainsworth whilst he-
-paused his speech, as though to think, then soon diverted it back to his drink. "If you want to drop it, we can. But- Manon Ainsworth
-if you do want to know something in particular, I'll answer your questions." his brims curled into a beguiling smile, - Manon Ainsworth
-casting it toward the petite blonde in a genuine manner before his expression was hidden behind his glass. Manon Ainsworth