Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140707204658/@comment-11588669-20140717212910

Ambrose studied the two as he walked over. He reevaluated his opinion on the feminine male: it wasn't from his figure that he could tell. It was the uniform. Because that guy had a figure most models would kill for.

Frankly, it was kind of disturbing. But the mute shoved it aside, as he had reached the two. He paused, realizing that he had no way to talk...oh wait. Notebook. Duh.

The male flipped it open to a blank page, and began to write on it, before handing offering it to Skailyn. On it was a simple sentence:

Mind if I join you?