Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160910210542/@comment-28358106-20160913011627

Asja simply asjusts her glasses, straightens her cuff sleeves, and goes back to her staple straightening.

Back outside, Simrit bounds up to Xena. "Welp, I offered to fight him, but he said he was busy. Had a real sour-looking Cheshire in there with him, too.  I think I interrupted something, cause she looked fit to shit a brick.  Real posh broad, looked like the type to fart in the key of High C."

She fidgets. "Er, do I still get the food?"