Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180320200653

The gleam in the young man's eyes ceases to be, returning to its genesis. The shrewd act in which he spoke died with the departure of his iris' shade. He gaze upon the man in armor before lowering his head once more, the fright renewed "Why did he have to speak back..."

The young man shakes his head, almost like he's fightning a migrain before swaying his hand in concession "Anything you say, armored man.