Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10356852-20130810020914/@comment-5726563-20130813022432

Messer looked between the two, watching them argue back and forth before Nox left. "He didn't even say hey." Messer said, with a down expression. Remembering the others talking to him, Messer sat up and looked at everyone else there.

"Hey Marcel! I wanted to ask you if you wanted to spar a bit later. I'm getting really bored and could use a good challenge." He'd heard Marcel was pretty good at fighting so he figured he would be the best one to ask. It was either that, or spar against Verda and his Bent Lotus style. Made him wonder which would win, Bent Lotus or Grimm Chance, the style Torrent had taught him.

Scarfing down what little food he had left, he turned towards Micheal. "Don't worry about me, there's no way I would start choking. I'll be perfectly fine!" At the moment, some of the food he was swallowing got stuck in his throat. Choking for a few seconds, Messer slammed himself in the chest a few times before the food went down. With tears streaming down his face, coughing rather hard, he turned back towards Micheal. "See? Perfectly fine!"