Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-26130256-20150730035901

As a magician, Azulius hated people who assumed things. Most of the world's problems, he claimed, were caused by everyone assuming they knew and understood things they didn't. But sadly, stereotypes always had an element of truth to them, and today's type was about "prison food". The heister took his tray of gray sludge he was going to pretend was oatmeal and looked for a seat. Most of the tables were already taken, but there were still a half-dozen seats left on the furthest table. About two-thirds of the prisoners there were Faunus, but Azzie had never had a problem with Faunus anyways. Hopefully they didn't have a problem with him...

"So," he began, sitting down gingerly on the bench, "has anyone here invented a better conversation starter than 'What are you in for?'  Because I still can't think of anything."

(Just realized that the only humans in this piece are Browning and myself.  And if anyone's curious, yes, I based Azulius's "tax fraud prison sentence" idea after the life of Al Capone.)