Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140324180444/@comment-24296957-20140407180227

Amet studied Shiro. His tone was truth, his body language screaming for trust. Inside, he smiled. This boy was willing to injure himself to show that he meant no harm. That was pure respect. It fortified Amet's own repsect to the boy in front of him, arms outstretched. But something just popped up that he could do.

"No," Amet replied, "I refuse to hit first." He sheathed Fenice and stretched his arms.

"You first."