Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10356852-20130810020914/@comment-11588669-20130810024037

Eyes like midnight ice regard the Michael coolly. The owner nods his head ever so slightly in greeting, and sets his equipment down. Nigthfall is placed next to him, leaning against the bench. His pack is set down beside the weapon, with his flute case poking out. The sidearm is in the backpack, as are his throwing knives. He only has the techknife in its sheathe.

Reaching inside the bag, the merc pulls out his lunch. He's about to begin eating, when he hears a voice filled with self admiration.

Nox's eyes look up, and harden the tiniest bit.

"Depends. Are you still that self absorbed jackass who has no semblance of self control?" His voice is laced with contempt.

If this moron keeps bugging me, I'm going to miss Umbra's break. It's the only time I can call him.