Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20160721051031/@comment-24012109-20160922024932

It had to be that Cordovan always ended up getting the blunt side of meeting new people. In this case, it was getting pinned with two sharp objects next to his neck. Looking back up at the blushing red-head, he probably assumed that he had pretty crappy luck in meeting new people. With an uneasy expression as if he had angered a volcano, he explained the predicament while shaking his hands back.

"That, ahem, was an accident. Nobody usually walks down these service alleyways..."

"I was just, taking a nice stroll through Downtown Vale. It is still morning, so I skate with these weapons; my boots down there.", he pointed to as he made a little spur jingle knocking his legs against the asphalt.

 He had to change the subject. She clearly looked like a Hunter or someone who hunts; the spears said that much whispering to his neck.

 "Not that it's my business, but why are you walking aimlessly in alleyways?"