Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170203204458/@comment-25808351-20170214180208

Samia leads Cyndwella downstairs knowing full well that Marcus is most likely aware of their plan, certain that his ears picked up some of the conversation. They stop short of the study and Samia slowly peers inside. Marcus sits at his desk cataloguing patrol reports and Baron orders, a glass whiskey on ice sits close by.

"Ok." Samia say looking back at Cyndwella, with a burst of energy she pushes open the door and strolls inside. "Marky, honey we need a moment of your time." Samia sits on the desk facing her husband.

"What is it Sam?" He sighs unenthusiastically.

"Well, Cyndy was telling me that you can be mean sometimes. So I've been telling Cyndy about how you don't intend to mean, you just not very sociable. To further explain to Cyndy how your actually a big softie." She looks up at Cyndwella. "When it comes down to his daughters, he is a completely different person. Those girls have him wrapped around their little fingers. Whenever Roxanne wants something, Marcus will get it for her. Even if he says 'no', all Roxie has to do is give him a pouty face and he melts like butter!" She giggles.