Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516/@comment-26571677-20151120000454

"Om nom nom" where all the words that came out of Amilanthior's mouth. Mainly because the food was amazing.

Upon realising that the guy on the screen had appeared, he took a picture of the place around him, capturing multiple photos of everyone and everything around the table. Once he was back in his dorm, all it would take was some editing, some shading and he would have some wonderful fake-evidence.

Too late he realised that everyone, and that was, EVERYONE in the restaurant was looking at him with his Scroll out, taking photos. The only sound in the pitch-quiet place, was his sipping on the straw. Even that slowly grounded to a halt, and all that was left was a silence that seemed to infect everywhere around him.

"What? I'm the mole and the Grifter aren't I?"

He just so their stunned expressions, all for the raven-haired girl who remained unnervingly neutral. He would have to do some more research on her.

"I don't trust easily, neither should you"

Still that familiar silence, he rather liked it, actually.

"Greenhorns"