Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170404135010/@comment-13488655-20170527080044

"Ah I see. A merry prankster." Arthur replied with a small nod, smiling out of sympathy as he recalled a few guys at Beacon who had a similar personality to that. It was there he learned to avoid pucnhing someone over a joke. He never knew that the circus man Nick would sometimes speak about held that much importance to him.

"This meal is pretty good." He continued as he took his first bite.

"What's it called?"

While he spoke, Flint remained silent, keeping to himself while lightly rubbing his bad hand. He took Margrit's word in deeply, knowing that he just needed to push hard enough to overcome this disability.