Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131111010415/@comment-7497475-20131121053123

Finishing what she could reach while upright, Citrine fell back the other way. Holding herself up by her feet once more, she continued painting. Gently swinging from side to side, she listened to Messer asking his questions. Now that she was painting, her thoughts weren't as scattered and stuck on colour.

"Nah, I don't go to Beacon. Me and my brother just trained, don't need a school. We do freelance Grimm hunting, even got our own airjet. Oh, and Trystin's my brother. You didn't see him because he'd be at home."

She pulled herself back upright again. Messer was close by, and Citrine got the urge to give him a bit more colour. Leaning over to him, a streak of purple was added to his hair. A ridiculous smile emerged.

"And he doesn't want to get roped into carrying my paint!"