Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131111010415/@comment-5726563-20131128230830

Looking around, Messer was checking out the inside of the air ship.

''You know, I don't really see any other seats in here. I wonder where Citrine is gonna sit.''

Watching her putting down her painting supplies, Messer turned to look out the window. Hearing something be put down beside him, Messer turned to see Citrine putting her sniper in the holster beside him.

Wonder why she's putting it there?

Opening his mouth to ask, he was distracted by Citrine jumping into his lap.

Laughing as she poked him in the chest, Messer had the urge to grab her and squeeze her in a tight hug when she stuck her tongue out.

She wouldn't be able to stick it out then, now would she.

Feeling the ship lift off, he listened to Trystin's explanation as Citrine buckled them both in. Putting his arms around her, Messer was surprised as the seat went out the side of the ship.

"Well, that's pretty cool! Since we're on our way out, why not paint that stand down there?"