Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20170808020921/@comment-26545936-20170811013016

K'eth purses his lips in a queer fashion as he turns to stare at the apparent clone of Jeiel with tilted head... then narrowed eyes.

'CLAP!' A excited thick clap is heard as K'eth stares forward with interest at the clone. Before pulling out what looks to be a notebook and pencil.

"Alright, alright, we got the first one, first one... I g-gotta, is my hair right? My horns polished? Oh god, big day, big day. We just... we gotta figure out how many TROPES this guy has. I'm ready... just- when ever your ready I mean... My big day, hahahaha." This is whispered by the way, not many people can hear this. But K'eth is nodding rapidly at this person, twirling the pencil, ever so eagerly... at honestly, the greatest chance in his life that he's ever had. Like no other has appeared before him, right now.