Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20130930101955/@comment-11588669-20131008033516

He blinked, startled, then closed his eyes and deeped the kiss slightly. Her lips were soft, oh so soft...

He pulled back for air, and his cheeks were flushed.

"Well...that was...interesting..." He was lost on what to say. He'd just had his first kiss. At Beacon.

It was certainly unexpected. But...entirely welcome. Being a mercenary, or at least one with his temperment, was often lonely. You didn't expect to live long, so you'd subjegate as few people to the hurt of losing you as possible.

Though, when you did find someone, you fought as hard as you could to keep them. Because any enemies you made weren't above using them to hurt you.

Shaking his head slightly tp clear the thoughts, he smiled down at her.

"Though, I definetaly wouldn't mind a repeat." He laughed, then his smile turned a bit sad.

"Everyone has to earn money to live. My way is, was, more dangerous than others."