Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180320161935

Avoiding the gaze of Tirush as ever fixated on the soil beneath his feet, the young man continues to trace his finger around what seems to be a slight gleam of orchidian color. A very dim one, though it is clear this was no natural phenomenon.

The same glimmer washes over his eyes, as unnoticeable as it is.The man's head slightly hunches forward for but a second before suddenly regaining his stance. A obvious difference from the way he rested occurs, as the firmer stance he locks himself in is drastically changed to the hunched back.

His finger stops tracking the pattern he obssessed with, only to raise two fingers, drawn in the direction of the one openly speaking against him. The casual tone he once held to is disregarded to one marrowed in a deep pitch "I get the feeling I somehow offended you. Strange, I was in the thought that abrasive individuals would prefer a frail, timid no-name they could easily abuse..."