Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160607002947/@comment-26571677-20160628010442

He felt her small and cold hand in his, and squeezed it tightly, not wanting to let her go, as if she was a small leaf in a gale of wind, one that might fly away from him at any time. She was like his drug, and boy, was he addicted.

He had actually been expecting Tigris to lead him to her favourite destinations, and hadn't expected to take the lead himself. Then, something caught his eye, and he pointed to it, directing it towards Tigris' attention.

"Hey, Tigris, aren't you an ANGEL? Because, if so, you have quiiiiiite a few fans!"

Multiple people who were cosplaying as Tigris walked around the ANGEL booth, there were other people dressed in black goth dresses, and some in a blue tiger hoodie, but the people in Tigris' trademark fiery red and orange stood out among all.

They hadn't noticed Tigris yet, and Kinaver didn't know exactly whether she wanted it to stay that way, so just to make sure, he grabbed a pair of black glasses from a nearby rack, and plopped it onto Tigris' face, and instantly felt his heart melt.

She. Looked. So. Cute.

He hadn't expected her to look so unsuspectingly beautiful, elegant, and somehow cute at the same time. It was made even worse by how she looked up at him with a questioning face, mouth slightly open and big, round eyes looking up at him with large, round, beautiful brown irises.

"Tigris....how are you so beautiful? I don't...God, I'm so lucky."