Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-9087084-20131009010417/@comment-25151516-20131009013950

Suddenly, Crazy Ravan MacLeod's head appeared in front of Yin, upside down. He was hanging onto the top of the booth with his legs locked around its frame.

"Hello!" He greeted, kabob in hand, and with his old Northerner accent. "Yin, is it?" He offered his hand. He was only wearing the majority of the school uniform, as always; no suit coat, only his vest, shirt, trousers and shoes. He hated ties.

"Interestin' things, kabobs," he kicked off of the frame and landed, more or less standing. His hand was still offered. "Never had 'em when I was a kid. Delicious though!" He took a bite.

Hand still offered.