Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24684131-20160807210833/@comment-24684131-20160808041818

One moment Altan was relaxing in his chair, the next he found himself rather rudely deposited on the ground, his cigarette slipping from between his lips and landing between his legs. He frowned down at the deathstick, then up at Elidyr.

"That was a little rude." He grumbled, before taking Elidyr's hand and pulling himself upright. The man looked down at the younger male, regarding him coldly, before a big warm grin split his face and he wrapped Elidyr in his arms with a nice, welcoming hug. "Heyya Eli."