Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160219225357

On Azulius's playlist, Tinsel Stirling had just finished "Song of the Caged Nevermore" when he heard the elevator chime. Pocketing his scroll and turning, it was her. Honara was here, and she had managed to make herself look even more attractive than normal. Which given Azzie's particular set of turn-ons, was a tall order indeed.

Meanwhile, inside Azzie's head...

"Thank the Grimm, she didn't stand us up," a mini-Azulius is a red suit sighed in relief, fanning himself with a small newspaper.

"Are you nuts?" shouted another Az-clone, this one dressed in a light purple suit. "We aren't prepared for this!  We aren't even close to prepared for this!  What do we do?"

"We're gonna have to run and live under the bridge with the hobos!" a blue-suited character cried, blowing their nose into a blue hankerchief.

"Heck no!  I don't care how bad this gets, we're not sleeping under any bridges!" another Azzie with a green suit complained.

"Snap out of it guys!" a yellow-suited doppelganger with blue hair tried to inspire the rest. "Honara actually came on this date, so she clearly thinks something good is gonna come from this!  We've been in tougher situations than this and come out on top, so why is this any different!  And nobody's even shooting at us, so this could be so much worse!"

"YEAH!" they all shouted in unison.

"Also, she's getting closer, so we should really say something." At the same time, all five leapt for the control panel, struggling for control.

Outside...

After a second, Azulius snapped back to reality, a relieved smile on his face.

"Honara!  You made it!  And you look amazing.  More so than usual." The mobster's brain couldn't decide if a handshake, hug, kiss, or other greeting was most appropriate, so his arms stayed at their sides for now.