Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180320185412

He wants to laugh, he wants to yell, he wants throw something something at the bickering duo but he had to save face. He had to try and not make Armata look like a complete fool for having such a dysfunctional entourage of fools.

Shamfully Praetor brings his armored hand up to his helmeted face and groans painfully before shifting his attention back to Renwick and Armata and does something strange, He stands up straight at attention and speaks as if he were speaking to a commanding officer.

"I apologize for my comrad's actions. They are not well aquainted with each other and... have yet to gain an understanding of this group's balance. I will ensure that this does not get in the way and compromise the mission at hand. Now please excuse me as I try and correct this."

After speaking Praetor takes a single step back before executing a military facing movement and walks to his group, fists clenched tightly. "Tirush, Prad, would you kindly follow me down the hall we have something I would like to discuss in private if you would."

He places an arm on Prad's shoulder and hovers another over Tirush and Tilts his head as if he were asking permission to touch her.

"May I?"