Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151127024223/@comment-24416658-20151128041400

Peyton, while looking around, caught his eye on a girl running around. He wasn't trying to peep or anything. Far from it, the main thing that caught his eye, like it did to many others, was the weapon the girl had on her. He gave a low whistle.

"All these awesome weapon designs," he muttered, "And I'm stuck with the glove." Sighing, as always, he calmly stood, letting every joint in his body crick and crack every which way, before relaxing his muscles and going for a walk.

He had no destination in particular. He walked among the tree, and got hit by an acorn. He went around the water, and a fish splashed up, covering his pants with water (much to his chagrin, and embarrassment). Eventually, though, he walked, eyes closed, smiling, taking in the sounds, or lack thereof, when his amazing luck caused him to bump into someone. Startled, he opened his eyes, falling flat on his back. Groaning, he eased himself up on one elbow, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sorry about that," he began, "I guess I'm just clumsy." Looking up at the person he had hit, the gears in his head turned. Red blue hair, heterochromatic eyes....

"Aren't you that one singing girl?" he asked, mentally cursing himself as the words left his mouth. He wanted to relax today. With his luck, clearly this was not gonna happen.