Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20160813171701/@comment-27743663-20161125060852

Pulling his leg back from...well, whatever that was (probably her semblance, since he really didn't see any other way it was possible), Nigrum scratched the side of his face a bit. There was really a lot he didn't like about sparring, but, he could honestly admit to himself, he did start to enjoy it a bit at the end there. Which really only made him feel quiltier. Would it be a bad thing to say he wished he fought Leila? Probably.

"I feel pretty quilty, honestly. But there isn't really anything that can be done about that, so I guess..." began Nigrum as tilted his head and placed it on his finger, his bang falling slightly to reveal a portion of his eye-patch, "I'd like to do something like this again sometime? Yeah, that. I kinda had some fun, and I'd like to try again in the future."

Having said that, he couldn't help but feel a bit lighter, some of the weight on his shoulders having lifted. Hmm, he felt pretty good now, actually. Granted he was likely about to get told off and torn apart by Ms. Summers, much like she's been doing to Cord the entire class period (he was still sticking to the looking like an ex-lover theory), but he didn't really mind all that much. It's not like she wasn't justified slightly, plus it was her job.