Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150220061957/@comment-29458028-20150222023438

"Oh, food, ah, OK" said Remillia as she walked over to unlock the door and open it. She had written the first few paragraphs of a short story on parchment.

"Uhhh, thanks?"

(HDS, is it me, or are you trying to make my fallen angel side come out?)

Raphael shrugged and banged on the door harder with his gauntleted fist, so the clang of metal against metal was really, really loud.

"Damned blizzard. You cold? I can lend you a plasma ball..."