Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151230220612/@comment-5543592-20151231215757

Scire had practically turned scarlett when they got outside, a red shade creeping into the natural darkness of his skin. He pulled himself out of her arms and straightened his shirt, clearing his throat awkwardly.

He glanced around, and easily located Denon. Almost too easily. It was almost if he knew exactly where to look. It wasn't suspicious, just very surreal.

"Yeah he's... he's that way." Scire muttered, holding out his hand for Hawke to take. That was much better than being carried about like a small child.