Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20160512211718/@comment-27950523-20160527190503

Demyan followed the teens into the room shortly after, absently listening to their exchange. He looked around the room with his arms folded apprehensively but was mildly pleased at the notion of not being as late as he thought he was. No one he knew, naturally.

He shared the same grievances as the girl. The school was a labyrith and had he not followed them he would have likely never found his way here. Demyan wanted to sit down somewhere but didn't feel comfortable doing so until some sort of introduction was made. Rather he stood there awkwardly and tried to look laidback like he didn't feel he was out of place among a group of fairytales who already seemd so familiar with each other.

Demyan had forced himself to join school clubs if not only to form diplomatic relations with fairytales of other kingdoms but to also hopefully find the drive to break out of the walls of his personality. A club for those who died living out their destinies seemed like a good way to start. In his mind anyway.