Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160228221959/@comment-29559990-20160316203454

"Already?" Athorian grumbled. "Grgh, fine..."

He attempted to roll off of the bed and stand, but his feet refused to do so, and he hit the ground hard.

"Ow."

Mongo was taking in eveything he could, mostly bacon, while Ja'Keil quiely sipped the juice out of his tankard.

"Not excited to go on the trip?" Mongo asked.

"No..." Ja'Keil answered.

"Then what?"

"This One talked with Ev' last night," He said. "Didn't end peachy."

The Orc exhaled loudly, like a disgruntled bull. He had heard the entire spiel about Evelyn's beauty and personality and what not. Many times. So much so, that he had grown tired of it. He was Ja'Keil's physical trainer, not a life coach.

"Ja'Keil worries too much on things," Mongo said, not glancing up at him. "You think you will fail, and that is why you fail. You think too much on how it might turn out, and so it actually does turn out."

"Well, This One is-"

"If Ja'Keil says sorry, Mongo's will throw his boot at him."

That instantly shut him up. "Well... it's awkward for Ja'Keil."

"Mongo understands this," He muttered. "He understood when Ja'Keil said it 20 times ago. If you want Mongo's advice, stop being nervous and cowardly. Don't think about those things when talking to her, just... talk. Like you did when you first met her and before feelings developed, ok?"

"How?" Ja'Keil asked.

"You're a smart Khajiit, Ja'Keil. You'll figure it out."