Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5180556-20141011113708/@comment-7497475-20141012063029

Jumping at the sound of a voice, Citrine turned to find someone clad in blue. And black. Frowing at the colours, she found him lacking a certain decour. Eventually looking up at his face, he seemed familiar.

"Oh, umm. Hi. We've met, probably, I think. Maybe, blerh black. Uh, yse. Ok, this is what I do. Job, hunting Grimm. You know those ugly things that don't have colour all over them? Just black with some white? Those boring things."

Looking at his shirt, she considered which dyes would be best to spice it up. Citrine was thinking green, though dying a black shirt was annoying.