Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160722105819/@comment-25924729-20170207023330

"F-five hours?! Damn..." she gasped in mild shock. Jett knew SAINT training was tough, especially under her mom, but this was borderline torture. She couldn't help but feel worried about Eridius' health, physically and mentally. No wonder the boy acted so cold, under such brutal training in the sterile, harsh atmosphere of H.E.L.L... Jett wonderd if she were in Eridius' shoes, could she even remain sane this long?

She just wanted to give the poor soul a warm, comforting hug now, though she didn't know why. Jett felt a strange urge to protect him, but when she reached out, all her hands caught were empty air. Jett glanced around, finding the strange boy nowhere in sight. Her eyes rested on the door of the showers, still flapping as someone just pushed past it.

She immediately steered herself after him, but paused at the entrance, glaring at the signboard with a blue stick figure indicating "Men". Jett of course didn't give a damn about privacy. Acting girly and shy about it was kinda dumb to her, and pointless. Besides, she trusted Eridius enough already, so what if she showed a little skin now and then?

With that in mind, she peeked along the hallway to make sure nobody was watching, shoved the door open and entered with a cheerful "Oh no... you're not getting rid of me that easily Craine~