Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131111010415/@comment-7497475-20131121110201

She didn't flinch as the brush touched her cheek. Instead, Citrine pulled Perish from the wall. A quick two steps across the wall, she latched back onto the roof. Her brush lashed out at him again.

"I guess you'll just have to wear it with me then!"

Citrine clambered up the wall as quickly as she could with only Perish to get her up. Once she was atop the roof, she poured some of the tin back down at Messer. She poked her tounge out at him, before replacing the lid back on the tin.

"I'll show you my work of art if you're willing to go for a run!"

She gathered her supplies, rather lighter now that she had used some of it.

I like this guy, he's lots of fun.

Leaning over the edge again, Citrine called down to Messer.

"My brother said he'd meet me at the docks! You up for it?"