Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20151031204604/@comment-24416658-20151122232729

Tanner could only hold Triste as she calmed herself, before she looked up at him, punching his chest.

"Dammit, Tanner," she said, tears still in her eyes, "Going on this mission and you don't even have the decency to tell me? Not even a scroll message?" Tanner stammers his words.

"W-well, Triste, I didn't wanna worry ya, so-" Tanner recoiled, as he felt a slap on the face.

"Didn't want to worry me?!" Triste cries out, "Are you kidding me? You could die out there, Tanner. You and the Knight. And you just expect me to sit there thinking nothing?"

Tanner held up his hands in defense. His eyes were wide open.

"But, I-" Again he was cut off, again with a slap to the face.

"But nothing." Triste looked him in the eye. "Tanner, all I needed was a simple goodbye. You coming over, telling me you'd be fine. That's all. Instead, I have to make a mad dash here, just to catch you before you get yourself killed!"

Tanner opened his mouth, expecting another slap, but instead found Triste wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. After a few short seconds, she simply held on to him.

"Just....please." she said, quietly, "Promise me you'll come back." Tanner held her.

"I promise."