Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181231005607

"Swee---ah!...I mean alright" Prad slowly steps out of the bed, clenching his most healed hand. All of the particles sweep into and and rushes to his palm, promptly compressed to even tinier and fading particles.

Opening the door, he turns to her, his cowl receded behind, as the most important piece had be removed in the much welcomed crime of 'stealing a kiss'from the courier. It was pretty pointless at this point.

He raises a hand in her way "If you may"

"Trying to play the gentleman? Really? I don't think she'd miss the waving legs from how out of character you are being right now"

His mind finds itself ignored, as Prad had contented with a malevolant man. A few bits of self-doubt is not much in comparison.