Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24080120-20140214001959/@comment-24481083-20140313132023

"For someone you just met not a minute ago, you sure do like calling me love. Or is it something you say so often it barely holds any meaning?" quipped Gyllen as he and Dia took it to the dance floor, he rather awkwardly and her with the grace of a swan. As he side stepped, keen on avoiding her feet and the hem of her dress, his feet so suddenly ungainly he blushed abit but looked at her previous dance partner.

"I'm not suggesting anything either...I mean you look like a nice girl sure. But, well you know- I learn not to judge based on looks anymore. Or at least I try very very hard."

He gulped, blinking slowly.

"Then again, who am I to say anything. After all," he mumbled, their dance seemingly more smooth than it was a few seconds ago, his grip slightly hardening but still gentle, as if awkward, " I'm just a teen with so many stories to share."

He grinned at that slightly. "Most of them stupid, but some very sad. For me."