Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-26517142-20160918133623

"Praetor-san? PRAETOR-SAN? Are you alright?"

Anica Ferrum rattles the metal that clasps Praetor's armor together. The Tin Woodsman with her emerald eyes and funnel-like cap were strolling in the open plaza on Whitemarch, where several other Mamonos and their husbands strolled around lovingly. She blushes slightly at the sight, then turns back to armored warrior. She feels oddly warm for a Golem. "Are you distracted, having me around? I mean... I'm not stealing you away from Miss Aabi or anything... I just wanted some time to talk to you.."

Praetor can tell she's feeling something. A stirring of emotions...

"Praetor-san?"