Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140215055123

The male didn't react, choosing instead to finish the melody. The notes finishes in a low decrescendo, and he pulled the wood-wind away from his lips, a small contented sigh escaping. The mercenary slid the flute back into it's case, and picked up the list. Checking it over, he gave a nod, before turning to Anton.

"Is it alright if we stay here?" He asked, still in that detatched, cordial tone. Anton nodded, and Nox replied with another of thanks. Turning, the teenage mercenary went towards the door, sword on his back.

"I will go gather the supplies." The midnight eyed teen stopped, and turned towards Nixia. "Is there anything else you need, or want?" He shifted uncomfortably, but didn't blush. It was a near thing.

He's not used to being nice.