Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20131121235443/@comment-5431934-20131208223838

Crimal had lost sight of the student he had originally tried to follow. Shrugging to himself, he continued on his stroll.

Tossing aside the remains of his apple, he looked around. All sorts of stands, peddling all sorts of wares. He could see pie, crepes, masks, candy, ice cream... Where to start, where to start...

He was lost in thought as he bumped into a student, making him stumble.

"Sorry, shiny stick, you okay?" He paused, recognizing the student he had run into. "Finn? What's with that getup?"