Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160327054616

“I'm still up for it.” she replied to the duo when they finished saying their part. The rebel took back the thoughts she had on quitting the mess she thought to be impossible to be fixed. A short talk with Cyzarine made her change her mind.

“And I'm sorry too. I just did what I always do: get back to those who pisses me off. So, it's my fault too. For being very..... choleric. Then many people died because of it....” Raizel sniffed and felt tongue tied after finishing her part. She isn't used to apologizing. Aside from not having a chance to do it in the past, she also has pride problems.

Whilst listening to the trio, the youngest member of team PRFC facepalmed faintly.

Exactly, why is the feels atmosphere thickening so fast?

She was confident that she could sidestep this situation. But by being somewhat emotionally invested to Raizel just made her sensitive to this. Backing out seems impossible.

Cyzarine didn't know how to adapt and wished she could escape reality. So a facepalm seemed to be practical.

I still have to apolo-

“Lady Cyzwaaa!”

?

All of a sudden, a formidable force hit Cyzarine's left side as if a full-grown Rottweiler rammed to her. Thankfully, she managed to put her other hand on the bench (space between her and Raizel) and shoulder the force on time. If she didn't, the rebel will get caught up.

“What the f*ck?!” the rebel shouted out of shock.

Ardon only muttered “oh my” and sighed at the moment crasher of team PRFC.

“Language, please.” Cyzarine groaned.

“Lady Cyzwa! When can we going home?! I've been waiting fow you fow a vewy, veeewy long time and I'm soo bowed! Gwanpa left me alooone in the car so I felt soooo lonely!” voice of a very young boy said in a playful manner.

It is indeed a real young boy dressed in short-sleeved white casual blouse, short jean pants, and black shoes. Small and not so thin, 5-year old Crisanto has a golden hair with brown highlights. His eyes were closed for a moment, then revealed a pair of curious crimson eyes that screamed pure innocence.

And his small figure is hugging Cyzarine's arm tightly as his lion tail cutely wagged back and forth, indicating his heritage as a lion faunus.

“Chris, there are people here.” Cyzarine said gently, too gently despite his status as the youngest servant in Amethyst Belt. Though a servant, he doesn't act like one.

He purred and didn't respond to Cyzarine.

Ah, he's not listen-....

“Hello!” He waved happily at the trio.

He listened

“My name is Cwisanto De La Wea..... Wea..... Wea....... My name's Cwisanto! It's nice to meet you! Aw you Lady Cyzwa's fwiends?”