Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150903045900

(It's a good thing our characters aren't 4th wall aware, because it looks like you're trying to send Azzie on a guilt trip with your narration.)

"Neat.  Don't think I've ever seen an alpaca live and in person," Azulius admitted. For a piece of reconaissance once, he had disguised himself as a llama farmer, but he had never learned enough about the beasts for it to be a convincing alibi. Learning that alpacas spit less meant they were already better creatures.

"They mainly use 'em for just wool, right?  I've traveled quite a bit, and I only saw llama meat being served once, and alpaca never." Azulius covered his mouth with his hand a little to stop the frown. His conscience was deciding to berate him about his latest set of lies, told to perhaps his closest friend in the entire school. Comparisons to excrement, various lesser life forms, and the human reproductive system were commonplace; compared to its professional owner, Azzie's conscience was downright salty.