Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131111010415/@comment-5726563-20131121114403

Moving away from the brush as she swung it at him, Messer laughed, jumping over as she ran up. Running up after her, Messer notices her tipping over a tin with paint. Pushing to the side, Messer grabs on to the clock face to swing himself past the pouring paint. Looking down, he heard someone start yelling as the paint landed on them.

Laughing, Messer ran up the rest of the way, landing on the roof. Walking over to her, he grabbed her supplies from her. "Sure! I'd love to meet your brother, and I'm not doing anything anyway." Jumping to the next building, he looked back at her. "Come on, I'll race ya!"