Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24080120-20140721005655/@comment-24684131-20140721214534

Marrol was not having a good morning.

Standing across the street from the building that Liath had dutifully informed her was where Bloods appartment recided, she had spent the last half hour with her back to it, checking and re-checking how she looked in the window of the shop. She was wearing a pair of brown baggy knee length shorts and a black t-shirt, and clutched a smallish box against her chest.

It's his birthday...he'll be happy to see you...

She felt miserable; while she really liked Blood, it would be the first time seeing his appartment and - more importantly - not be in familiar surroundings with a weapon close to hand. Marrol peered over her shoulder at the building and sighed.