Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7974155-20141004121438/@comment-24684131-20150314174914

Liath was seething with barely controlled rage, one hand on his mask and tracing the ridges just below the eyes, his other was bunched into a white knuckled fist. Who the hell did that guy think he was? Who the hell was he to presume things would not work out between him and Marrol? Who the hell-

His train of thought was interrupted by a sudden tap on the shoulder. Glancing over with eyes hard as steel, Liath found himself staring into a heart shaped mask. He almost snapped at the girl but caught himself as soon as he saw it.

Taking a slow breath, Liath un-clenched his fist, straightened his jacket and tie, and turned to face the lady.

"Yes, I am. Is there something I can help you with?" His voice was almost normal, save for a slight tone that indicated his mood was delicately balanced on a knifes edge.