Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20131008005529/@comment-11588669-20131008023947

Nox was already up. He slept seperatly from the others, as he had a tendancy to pull a knife when he awoke.

Nightmares sucked for most teenagers. It was worse when you've lived them.

He had gotten a cup of coffee, and walked back into the dorm. To almost drop it, and cover his eyes. Keeping them closed, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Messer....I don't think the mirror was broken...and please, put some clothes on." He said, exasperation ringing in his tone. Of course it was Messer this happened to.

The mercenary sighed, and took a sip. "Hopefully, this was only with Mess...."