Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24301343-20140726231806/@comment-24301343-20140727025905

When she gigle his breath caught and his steps became closer together but slower. He hadn;t heard as sweet a sound in some time.

''... THAT was a hell of a thought... Since when am i a poet?''

"Heh... Well... It's kind of habit. Not sure if it;s a good or bad one though."

His chest was still light, and his breath was taking it;s time to return to normal, that was for sure. his fingers released eachother and his middle and indext fingers on his right hand hooked themselves around the chan on his neck, and his left hand buried it;s self in his pocket.