Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150309221223/@comment-26130256-20150316225044

(Works for me.  My vote for a name is Ansel, after famed photographer Ansel Adams)

Azzie gratefully accepted the peas, and after a moment's reflection on what hurt the worst, he placed them on his ribcage to the left, over the worst of the bruises. Needing something to focus on besides slipping unconscious, he tried to start up a conversation.

"Neagrh, somethin's always better than nothin'.  Lucky me, but mosta the hurt is my Aura running low, ifya know how to fix that.  Lovely plash you got here, very cosy," he started, not realizing he said that already. "Now, you shead you wanted to talk about something?"