Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20130818042023/@comment-15488047-20130818061815

Donuts. He mustn’t eat the donuts.

Yet with each step he took, the pink box grew heavier in his arms, compelling him to open it and behold the sugary glory.

But no. He couldn’t! He had to share the donuts with his new room-mates so they could get off on the right foot and be become good friends and join a team with him and Ariel and all die together and what would they think if they saw one or two (or five) donuts missing from the box?

Cerule groaned, eyes darting around the lively hallway, looking for something, anything to distract him from his…needs…

There. He spotted a few pieces of paper fluttering downwards, and frowned. Litter is bad, he thought, kneeling down to pick them up. They appeared to be crudely drawn diagrams covered in hearts, crumpled up in what seemed like frustration and annoyance. He spotted a rather small girl leaning against a pillar. It was a long shot, but…

He approached her. “Excuse me, but did you drop this by any chance?”