Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160721185731/@comment-28358106-20160723060018

Regina sighs. "No need, but thank you." She turns to me. "Honey, you're drunk."

"What?  No 'm not.  I'm a sorcererer.  See?  Macrus approves.  We're men here."

"Ibbey, baby, yes.  Now please, just do it."

I pause. "Ferreal?"

She cups her hand around my face and leans in. "Yes, baby.  Please.  For me." She strokes my face.

I turn red. "Hwell.   Hokay.   Not gonna refuse that." I point to her face. "An' we're gonna make this up later.  In the pale moonlight." I grin.

I make a sigil in the air. It floats above me, then passes down, covering my whole body, and disappears. My hair suddenly appears neater.

I sit with a blank look, and gaze around at all the faces turned to me with their bemused expressions.

"Uummmm..." I start, "Did I have to use a chrono mark?"

Regina leans on her elbow and rests her face on her hand. "Yes, dearest." She leans over and whispers to the table. "Minor time reversal."

I sit silent for a moment. "What line did I use?" I mumble.

She smiles, still leaning on her hand. "It got as far as 'the pale moonlight' this time."

"Oh, Lord..." I groan as I bury my face in my hands to the table's laughter.