Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-11588669-20140419231303

Ambrose shifted his head to the side in curiousity when she leaned in. The feeling of another, hell, even a female this close was rather foreign. But....pleasant, he decided. Something he could grow used to, though the circumstances he would gladly take changed. Shaking his head, and chuckling internally, he pulled his essay closer, and began the final draft. His script wasn't really messy, more like calligraphy than anything. Masculine, but it was artistic. As a child, he would write small stories to pass the time during recess, or during the days when his mother wasn't home. His alphabet developed off of that.

He was about halfway done, when he remembered something. She had inhaled, right next to him. Then made a small sound, something almost akin to...approval? Looking down, he shifted over to the paper he used to converse. 'Did you...sniff me? Not that I mind it's just...unexpected...' He let the sentence trail off, and gave her a meaningful look.