Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131129054323/@comment-5726563-20131129100419

Laughing, Messer smiled at her. "Knew it! Not sure if my friends would appreciate being dyed a different color, even if you're my girlfriend." Walking down the hall, Messer put his arm around Citrine, feeling her lean on his shoulder.

Hearing her talking about the dance, Messer held her close. "You sound a bit sad. Why weren't you able to go last year?"

Kissing the top of her head, Messer sighed. "Technically, this will be the first time I've ever been to one. I mean, me and my family would work the festival every now and then, but we never got to just enjoy it."

Feeling a bit down, he looked at the ground. "Too bad they won't be here this year."

Seeing the door, Messer pushed it open, walking out towards the airship. Looking down at his clothes, Messer realized he had already messed up his suit, somehow pulling out one side of the suit and loosening the tie. "How does this always happen?