Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26130256-20160104052808

(Makes me so happy that calling them "SHF" bags is still a thing.  Thank you, Fedora.)

"Okay, fine, you got me," Azulius shrugged melodramatically, his shoulders almost touching his ears. "I've got friends with the Cardamom family out of Vacuo.  Dangerous friends.  Nobody's nominating any of us for sainthood, but we do keep our word." Several of the Vacuan-born Destral immediately began to look concerned, as they knew firsthand what happened to those who threatened the Cardamoms and their allies.

"I'm a little bit of a conman, myself.  Reading people is a little hobby of mine.  For example, the Dog faunus guy with glasses and the girl with the pink bun behind you?  The way their hips keep turning towards the other?  It's a subconscious reaction to things we like.  I'll bet money they have a crush on each other, and just don't know it yet." Neither biker responded, but their eyes were now wide as saucers. Azulius smiled, before noticing that his body had turned towards Honara, a mistake he surreptiously fixed.

"As for our story, look how resolute your girl is, all the way to the end.  She ain't surprised or worried or nothing like that.  She knew full well that she was only leaving that room in very small pieces.  I got no idea who told her what, but she was genuinely convinced that killing herself was the best thing to do."