Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20140514195644/@comment-7489529-20140516015018

"Well... I'm... Eatin a sammich...."

Bergen's voice was muffled between bites. In Nachtheim, he was taught that the importance of food took precedence over formalities, and that he should appreciate each bite. Swallowing the last of it, he steepled his fingers and looked at his friend.

"So, what are we going to do today? Try to take over the world?"

Kicking back in the chair, Bergen's gears were turning already.

''He's probably mentally referring to me as 'The Mole,' gaging my every reaction, trying to see if i'm worthy, etc, etc.. Don't worry, Leucey, I will redefine worthy.''