Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161129060922/@comment-26517142-20170116092126

(I'm ALIVE! Joke. :D)

Jeiel raises an eyebrow at the fellow and scratches his head with a nervous grin. “I-I-Is that so? Hehe… I guess I should offer you something like that, since I’ve done enough to take some of your precious time. “

“’Scuse me sir.”

“?”

Jeiel turns around – and flinches in surprise. There was an odd-looking Trumpart who had just appeared from out of nowhere, her diamondic pattern brilliant red as the desert. Her hair cut short and tucked in a roundish hat, she had her eyes stuck on K’eth.

“You….” Jeiel composed himself. “Did the Queen of Hearts send you?”

“Yes. But not for you, Your Majesty.”

Jeiel gritted his teeth at the mentioning of the word.

<span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">“Him.”

<span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">The Trumpart’s hands extend to K’eth. “She seeks your aide, stranger.”