Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140726040055/@comment-24296957-20140816133755

Internally, Amet sighed. The boy rolled his sleeve down again, smoothing it out before standing, offering a hand to Crystal.

''With a low attention span, to boot. We'll go at her pace, then.''

The boy looked at the end of the dinning hall, seeing the vending machine in the moonlight. Indeed, it must have been a new addition, or Amet deemed it irreliative and ignored it.

Amet's other hand went to his pocket. Yeah, he had enough. More than enough. He smiled.

"Shall we?"