Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131220115138/@comment-25151516-20131221030357

''Dobber. She doesn't remember like I do,'' The Áinfean said to Revan as he picked up his fallen articles of arrows, darts, Dust, and his katana as he stood back up.

"Oh, right. Seven years ago, nearly eight now tha' I think aboot it, I had a few short words with you and who I assumed was your brother... You were right, too. It was cold to drive in the snow. I was the one who ordered three plates of curry and root beer, if that helps."

And if memory serves, I was a bit rude, Revan thought to himself. Right Áinfean?

Shut up, MacLeod, was the Other's answer. ''And stop talking with her. We're catching the next bus.''

''We can do both. She's in need of a bus, too. By the looks of it.''

No. We need--

Revan tapped on his side four times, shutting back his other personality. He used the same hand to offer a handshake.

"Revan MacLeod, Miss! And you?"