Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20151221111001/@comment-933831-20151227042630

Brick had been studying, laying on his bed. He had long since come to accept that he would be dealing with a super short bed for the next four years. Probably. But even still, he made sure to glance at Chamoisee every now and then, smirking as she tried to pull a spine from her weapon. Once she managed, Brick made sure to set aside his book and give a nice polite clap for her. "Well now, Chamy, now that the great and mighty spine in my weapon arc of your life has come to an end, what are you gonna do now?"

He chuckled, glancing back at the book. The Wall was in it's inactive state, sitting just beside his bed and leaning against the.... well... Wall. He was currently unarmored though, a fact that the bed was exceptionally thankful for. Brick already had to fix his bed three times from accidentally sitting on it, he didn't need a fourth.