Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-25119920-20150418035001

"The hell?" That was all Iris could think as she saw the goon flipped into the air and land flat on his face. Looking up, she saw what unnecessarily helped her. Dressed in what she thought looked like a fancy blue waiter's suit, Azulius Cardoso stood. Making sure she wasn't hallucinating, Iris pinched herself on her neck sharply.

"Cardoso is that you?" she asked as she cleaned her glasses with her shirt. "And if it is, what the hell are you doing here at this time of night?" She knew he could've easily asked her the same thing, but she couldn't help but wonder. He was a friendly fellow, though they never talked. "Nothing wrong with making new friends", Cyrus had told her a thousand times. Might not hurt to make a new one.