Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26130256-20150908233043

As if on cue, the subtle itch coming from his scar grew in intensity. The same scar Azzie recieved the last time he wore his heart on his sleeve, and nearly got a knife stuck in it. You've got to be kidding me, the magician thought, as he scratched it. ''Yeah, she's just as hot as I imagined, but Stahlfritz didn't mention just how far out of my league she was! And she couldn't look less impressed than if I ripped my shirt off and showed her my ribs. Might as well go for the "cards on the table" approach and see what happens.''

"To be brutally honest?" Azulius asked the snake Faunus as he returned his cards to his pocket. "No.  If ain't part of a con or a magic trick or something, I can't talk to a beautiful woman if you put a gun to my head and say something like 'it's her phone number or your life!'."

"I have no idea how in hell I'm talking to you in complete sentences," he continued. "By now, I should have either frozen in place or be sounding like my grandfather after a bottle and a half of sherry.  Maybe it's the adrenaline from all this fighting, or the fact I literally had no clue you were here until I kicked open the door.  Life is strange like that."