Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20141128032451/@comment-11588669-20141128230744

Ambrose paused, looking over at Chanoisee. His ungodly large rifle was currently aimed at a faraway ursa shaped target.

Blink. Blink.

''Ohokay...out of everything, that was not what I was expecting her to ask. But there's no harm...I think...hopefully.''

The mute nodded, and set the rifle down. Holding up one finger in the classic sign of wait a moment, he began to search his bag for his notebook and a pencil.