Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20160528124545/@comment-27743663-20160528195715

Marain squinted a bit at the boy, looking at him as he turned his head. She'd like to say she was looking down, but she was just short enough to where him sitting down was just barely below her height, but so little it hardly mattered. She mentally cursed her height in her head, silently wishing for a more imposing and intermidating stature.

Besides that, he had the nerve to turn around so suddenly, like she was so kind of attacker. Then again, he was probably a Hunter-in-training like she was, so something like that was more likely fueled on instinct. But still, touching her broom? How rude.

"I'm cleaning," she stated matter-of-factly, albeit in a somewhat hushed tone.

Despite saying it so plainly, there just a slight tone of annoyance, something that came off more so as to how she brushed the tip of Jetsam, as if almost accusing him of dirtying the portion he touched.

Now that she thought about it though...what was he saying before she entered? The small bit she heard was strange. He was mumbling to himself weirdly, then she heard killed, and then he zoned about before she got his attention. Was he crazy? She took a slight step back as precaution, thoug he probably wouldn't do anything. Even if he did, she could easily restrain him. He was in a hospital gown with no weapon. She had her weapon Jetsam and was wearing Leviathan.

Though...maybe he needed help?