Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-27550231-20170610050019

Nezon awkwardly slides her hand free from the giant's grip and cups them both together over her abdomen. "An HQ? Nilhasse, Zahmeria? I don't really Know marcus that well. What happend over in Zahmeria that you had to help rebuild? I-I just don't really know what's going on here... -sigh- I guess you'll meet a bunch of people at weddings as such. I just hope it doesn't go as bad as Jeiel's WEDDING if you could call it that."

Nezon grows slowly as all the slime she shed starts to reach her body and merge once more. The multiple eyes on her body scan the enviroment for anything that could excuse her form this conversation. She didn't dislike Baku, she just didn't like his scent as it was the complete opposite that she was accustomed to. Alcohol, cigars and many other vices that her dad never partook in.