Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-26852465-20160412233832

"Right.. aha.. well you see, little Hobgoblin.." Lyle took another deep breath. Storytime, up in here.

"When I was younger, my brother Antoine got me invited to this costume party in the nearest town.. so we spent a week or so preparing a costume, which is what you're looking at now." To emphasize, he pulled at various bits of it, knocking on the plastic cuirass to make a sound. "Since then I haven't really worn anything else besides this.. it was a labor of love, and it meant a lot to me." He stared at the sky, proudly.

"Eeeeeh..." Mel looked somewhat concerned for a moment. "Y' never take it off? Not even to wash it?"

"Oh no no no.." Lyle corrected her. "Of course I wash it.. how do you think I keep it in such tip-top shape? I uh.. I also take it off to use the gentleman's room, heh.. if I didn't wash it.. it'd start to smell. I don't want that..." Lyle's attention turned to Dreadnought. "You must think that pretty gross.. huh? To know that we uh.. meatbags.. secrete wasteful fluids... well, that's how we're made! I should be proud!"