Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181228034204

Prad's mind short-circuits, an array of words filtering through it in a broken fashion. Though one makes itself larger than the rest "Ok...despite your screw-ups, despite your subpar way with words, she is still hanging on to you. Somehow, she want to converge her path with yours, even with this utter lack of tack, this obvious person you are, devoid of everything a woman may want. You've got no true wealth, no Adonis appearance, no strength, no charm, nothing. So, I ask you, no, plead you. Think about what you'll say..."

Prad wasn't listening all much to his mind, too focused on her request...and her head resting on his shoulder, despit it making an effort to reach to him "Seriously, place your words carefully..."

It filters as white noise, the man already intent on answering with a burst of jubilee with no subtle way of placing it "Please, take a second with me. Think...breath, speak? Alright--

"Yes! I would love to take you on one-on-one dates with you! Is that question even worth asking? Seriously no man worth their salt would reject such an opportunity. It'd be like shutting the blinds to a sunshine literalliy smiling upon you!"

"No...no,no,no,no,no! Why did you have to answer like this?! You sound so desperate right now, it's off putting! You royally screwed up this time!"

Prad takes a hand to her shoulder and gently presses on it "I would love to have this opportunity bestowed on me".