Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-26571677-20160330121745

"Hmph. Well. If you're feeling that uncomfortable, I always find that thinking of how, it'll all end sooner or later helps. Just imagine how you'll feel after this ordeal, and it could be better."

He looked onto Laura with pity, remembering his first few times of wearing his trademark, purple cloak. It had taken some getting used to, and he'd lost count of the amounts he'd tripped, just like her.

"Here, let me help..."

He grabbed the bottoms of Laura's cloak, and clipped them higher, allowing better movement, and less catching.

"It's gonna take some getting used to...but you should get the hang of it after a few days. For now, I suggest lifting your foot higher, and to avoid billowing your cloak. It works for dramatic entrances, but you'll ultimately make a fool of yourself from tripping over."

He stood back, and admired his work,

"Consider it as a 'sorry' for earlier."

He turned back towards where he was walking, and talked to Nacoma without looking at her,

"I think I'll just join The Pilgrims, I don't think I could stand being cooped up in here. And besides, I have friends I need to return to, I don't think they would handle it too well either if I told them that I was leaving to live somewhere else."