Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632

He grinned, placing the finishing touch on the dessert. It just needed to cool.

No one else was in the dorm, so he allowed himself to indulge in a pastime: Making desserts. He didn't make very many, but apparently they were pretty good. Of course, the apple pie he just made smelled quite delectable...

Shaking his head, the night eyed teen looked down at his chest. The bandages were still there, but the mercs ribs were practically healed. Though, it did hurt from time to time...

He eyed Nightfall, placed on the coffee table in the living room. He was a bit out of practice, so he walked over and grasped it. The weapon seemed to hum to life, shifting into the form he wanted. The single edged blade of unknown metal gleamed in the light, and he gave it an expirimental swing. Grinning at the slice through the air, he began to go through a couple of motions. 