Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131104124554

"Sir, if you would-"

"I'll take the room with Ms. Musk. And it's not open for negotiation." He cut the butler off with a bit of heat in his voice. There was no way, after he saw that high born jackass flirt with Tianee, he was leaving her alone. At least, when around Tristan.

The servant sighed, but nodded. He began to escort the teen to his room, but found he'd already left.

I fucking hate this place.

He sighed mentally as he opened to door. It was as he'd thought: one bed, a couch, coffee table, and a ton of elaborate, gold inlaid items that begged to be stolen. The mercenary began to remove his armor. The gloves were first, followed by the arm and shoulder plates. Finally, he reached the chest piece, and winced.

He noticed someone in the bathroom, and figured it was Tianee.

"Once your done in there, Tia. You mind helping me out here?"