Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150426072529

"People are like playing cards," Azulius agreed, placing his arm around Iris's waist. "We all try to present the same back, like saying 'I'm fine' when we're about to lose it, but there's all kinds of different stuff on the other side.  It's a big masquerade ball, this world of ours."

It took him another moment to think of how to respond to her story. If what she said was true, she was technically a murderer, but Azulius knew enough murderers for that to not be too scary of an idea, as creepy as that idea may have sounded.

"But as for your story, I'm just thinking about something my sister Violet always told me when I was beating myself up over some screw-up or another I did.  She's pretty clever when it comes to business and all that jazz, and she'd just say to me, 'Quit chasing sunk costs, brother.  Worry about the future.'  Hopefully that makes some sense to you."

Azulius leaned a little closer, smelling her perfume in the dim light. Jasmine, with something like a lily mixed in. Something in his head was screaming to kiss the distraught girl, and something else was screaming not to. How was it, he asked himself, that he could be charming the pants off of a room of hardened killers one moment and scramble for what to do in a romantic setting the next?