Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150318011410/@comment-5543592-20150321214422

"No." Said Perdix, he looked kind of sullen. "I grew up in a house with a dirt floor.  My father was a baker.  He wore the same outfit for a month straight.  My mother was a prostitute... she only wore one kind of outfit." He shrugged. "I have no idea what to wear." He ran his hand down the side of her face. "You've probably got something that'll look good.  You're father was a well dressed guy." He pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her tenderly.