Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150312021943/@comment-5543592-20150314224633

"No." Answered Perdix honestly. He stroked his chin. How did he explain it? Why should this bother him? Perdix had always been a romantic, but not this kind of romantic. He'd had the romantic notion of being a thief. From being young boy he'd liked the idea of being the Gray Fox, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. In a way, he had fufilled his life long dream. A challenge 20 years in the making. And now, it seemed, life threw another in his face. He would have loved things to go over something Valkyrie. Unfortunately, she seemed very hard to win over. She might even want the same thing as him, except she appeared to be getting in her own way.

"Let me put it like this.  This... 'thing' we have going?  It's the first time I've had a 'thing' going with anyone."