Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20140214005641/@comment-24355660-20140216000044

Silver walked out front of the restaurant. His hair had been combed back (save for the few silver strands that oh so loved to jut out and over his face) and he was dressed in his full tux. He tugged at the collar uncomfortably, he hated to dress up formal. His other clothes breathed much better and weren't like a prison to his body. Why did the dance have to be so formal?

Glancing down at his Scroll, Silver began to wonder if the others will show up anytime soon.