Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160227080024

Azulius almost lost control of the car when Honara held his hand, but he saved it before anything bad could happen. At least his suspicions about her brother were unfounded; Azulius had been described with many words, but "thuggish" was never one of them.

"Yeah, nothing better than a dame who can handle herself in a fight.  But you don't quite grasp what I mean with my luck.  Violet is like a Mistrali arms dealer, or an Atlesian dominatrix.  They'll give you what you ask for, but it is going to hurt.   My first guess is that she bugged the car, but who knows if she has something else planned for me."

As if on cue, Honara's scroll beeped with a picture message from Violet Cardamom. The picture was definitely an old one, with a timestamp from 12 years ago. In the picture, a young Faunus woman in a maid uniform sat on the floor in front of a white couch, reading a book. On the couch itself was a familiar looking young boy, around 8, trying to massage the woman's fiery red fox ears. If her face was any indicator, she was much closer to laughing out loud than she was being relaxed.

"Do I even want to know what pic she sent?" Azulius groaned as he parked the car in front of their restaurant.