Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20140421141407

A blonde haired boy stands up after a long lecture, exhausted. Ofcourse, he was exhausted before he went to class due to shenanigans in his room last night, so he was naturally used to being this tired in classes. He moves to the side and stretches as more students walked in and out of the room, and past him.

''It really is tiring to be me sometimes, aw well. Wake up bones.''

However by standing up and raising his arms, he flings his pencil high in the air, landing further down the rows to. She had these, white feathers to her brown hair that seemed rather interesting. Ofcourse, he really did need that pencil, this was no time to gawk at women even if he was accustomed to that. He walks out of his isle and down to where the girl was sitting.

"Hello there. Could I have my pencil that I accidentally flung down here?", he says with a bright smile despite his fatigue. 