Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170421200511/@comment-30014014-20170422201300

Before he could feel a rush of heat surging to his cheeks, he lifts up a mail mask up to his eyes. Before then, he gets up, his pieces all sliding to his feet as the furnace turns deep blue.

He picks up a hammer, but scratches his head for a moment as he turns to her for a moment "You know, I'm surprised you didn't try to...kiss me somewhere else"

His chainmail skin all begin to materialize a thin plate of metal, fashioned in a smithing purpose. But, being severely less armored than before, she could see he was hiding a  faint blush, not used to something like that.