Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151120095928/@comment-26571677-20151126071400

As they walked back, Amilanthior realised multiple things, firstly, he still hadn't retrieved his clothes. Secondly, he didn't have his weapons either. Thirdly, he really just kissed his teammate, and exposed his inner core.

Well, he supposed that the first thing, was first.

"Oi, Kinaver, I can see you holding my FUCKING THINGS in your FUCKING PACK! And it is absolutely, bloody freezing! So, do you think I could get them back? Please?"

His red headed teammate laughed uproariously, and handed the things over, before a glum expression settled over his face again. Asper would have to ask him later about why.

Now, onto the topic of Zhu-Li, she'd seen him at his weakest, and he was honestly, overwhelmingly thankful that she hadn't rejected him, if anything, she'd accepted her teammate for who he was, on the inside. And that, in Asper's opinion, was a complete miracle.

I guess we're a couple now, huh? He thought quietly, You'd better not fuck this up.

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She'd remembered, sunofabitch. He really regretted challenging Dawn to an arm wrestle now. When he fistbumped her, he'd nearly catapulted into the wall. If that didn't mean that he was gonna have a death sentence, Kinaver didn't know what was.

But he was grateful, grateful that his team had come out. Not unharmed, and not unscarred, but alive, and that was what mattered. Things were going to change, he could feel it in the air.

But onto less...grieving news, Amilanthior had finally found someone that he liked, Thank Grimm. He had always found his purple-haired teammate's apathy towards women rather...worrying, to say the least. He had remembered at one point, that he was honestly convinced that Asper was gay. And he was about to ask him that very question, if he hadn't pussied out in the end.