Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26130256-20170207063201

Azulius leaned back on the sofa, trying to send his sneakiest thoughts in Stahlfritz's general direction. He had no idea if that sort of thought-sending would actually help with anything, but he couldn't imagine it hurting anything, either.

BR1N3: Any progress?

''ACards: Voices are low, nobody's shouting. Sounds like Fritz is trying to apologize for something. If he's smart, that something is something besides Coconut Samoa, but still big enough to explain why he's acting funny.''

''BR1N3: So all we can do is hope Fritz doesn't screw us before I run out of nails to bite. I always hate this part about jobs. There's a reason I insist on the hacking and earpieces.''

ACards: Because you're a micromanager?

BR1N3: *eyeroll emoji*

The magician shrugged his shoulders as he popped another cherry cordial into his mouth. He was worried about Fritz in there, but there was nothing he could do to help. And if he looked nervous, it could tip Stella off all over again. Might as well keep that mask on.