Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-11588669-20140421014347

Ambrose paused, and shifted back. The hat was lifted up, and over his head, brow tipped low to cover his eyes. The bandana was pulled up, covering the rest of his features. He leaned back, putting a slight amount of distance between the two. And his body began shaking. The motions were akin to what you'd associate with sobbing. If anything, it looked a lot like he was crying, or hurt.

He lifted his head so she could see his eyes, tears welling up in him. He couldn't fight this emotion anymore. It was too strong. He had to let it out, let the tears fall...

The bandana slipped down to show he was laughing his ass off. The mute was bent at the waist for a full minute, and then the fits began to subside. He grabbed the pen, and with a smirk, wrote out his reply. 'Give me a day, a time, and if it's fancy or casual.' He shook his head, body occaisionally rocking with smaller fits of merriment. God, he hadn't laughed that long for awhile.

But, the view he did get was appreciated, much so. And the sniper showed it, leaning forward and placing a softer, gentler kiss on her lips. He lingered for a few moments, content to stay there.