Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-26130256-20150904054813

(This RP has been woefully devoid of shenanigans...)

Azulius calmly walked past the floored inmate, briefly passing his deck of cards to one of the nicer-looking guards to confirm the box contained only cards. Azulius was too depressed about failing to have a good conversation with the redhead to try smuggle anything out. Even the ever-so-cliche "banana smuggling" that so many male inmates attempted.

He took his usual perch on one of the tables in the yard as he shot the cards from one hand to another. He wasn't quite sure what to think about his little job he almost attempted with Lyko's help. Yeah, it was technically his fault for starting things without confirming the plan, but that didn't stop the conman from feeling sorry for the Faunus getting the tar beat out of him. Hopefully the husky didn't think that it was intentional and come for revenge. Azzie had made it pretty well by not collecting enemies during his time in Beacon, and he had no plans to start now.

"Excuse me?" a feminine voice broke him out of his concentration. "Aren't you Azulius Cardamom?  The magician?"

"Might be.  And if I was, what can I do for you?" he looked up at the rabbit Faunus, who seemed awfully shy for the number of tatoos on her arms.

"A trade. Your skills at fixing this," she wiggled her ears, which had become rather stiff through the stress of prison life, "in exchange for this," she dropped a small, dark-purple package on the table. "If your half as good with ear massages as you are with those cards, it'll be worth it." Azulius looked closer at the package, and his heart stopped. A bar of Mistralian Extra Dark Chocolate. The good stuff. It had been so long since the heister had tasted good chocolate, the woman could have asked him to make love to her in front of the entire prison yard, and he would have at least considered it.

"Well, if you're paying like that, I'll give it a shot," he smiled, gesturing for her to sit down, and gingerly placing his hands at the base of her ears. Well, he thought, here's hoping they save me a good seat down in the special hell.