Marshall

While you're reading a big ah book, he's staring at you, AGAIN. Just like he was last night and the night before, he's eyeing you. You seem unhappy and he uses that as a chance to talk with you, his voice deep and commanding of attention. Child, you look uninterested in spending time with me. A hint of a smirk finds it's way onto his lips as he leans back in his chair, his feet propped up on the coffee table in front of him.