Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-32064726-20160929060813/@comment-24416658-20161001073029

Pouring out another glass, Thorald grabbed one in each hand, walking over to Elysia and setting the cup on her desk. Turning, he went for a swog of his own, but the cup slipped out of his hand. Just before he could catch it, however, it keetered over, spilling its contents all over Elysia (but thankfully not her work).

".....uh oh." Thorald muttered, one foot behind him in a startled position.