Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181218101450

(BT) “I didn’t spread any rumors!” The tiny Dhampir shouts while whipping around in her chair. “It’s just you two are holding each other’s arms. You look like you’re boyfriend and girlfriend.” Layoka looked ready to say more, a deflated look appearing on her face as she swivels back around to her book. Imperia grows a tiny smile as she unhooks from Jorge’s arm and strides up to her surrogate child.

“So, where are you in your reading, Little Mica?” Imperia says while leaning over the one side of Layokas desk. She places her one hand on the desk, the other on the back of Layoka’s chair. Imperia then crosses her legs as she finds a comfortable stance which causes her to unknowingly cocking her hips, which causes her dress to tighten in certain areas, mainly her rump. Imperia switching her angle causes her dress to highlight her perfect posterior to Jorge.

“I’m on chapter 12, this book is boring.” Layoka pouts.

“Indeed it is Mica, Author Trafor was a dreadfully dull writer, but he is always a good read for a growing mind. So, let’s continue. If you can make it to chapter 13, we’ll go get some ice cream at lunchtime.” Imperia chuckles.

“Ok!” The Dhampir’s attitude brightens. “It, was, then, four, founders, made a blood, pack, that the, four, factions of, the, Covenant, would never, engage, in hos-tilit-ies, amongst themselves-“ Jorge watches as Layoka reads at a turtle’s pace, and Imperia matches it with equal patience. Even after being bombarded with so much in such a short time, Imperia’s passion for those she cares about never waivers.