Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-25686329-20141229054424

Plutarch spoke.

"Yer face is screamin' lovestruck, but yer posture's bleatin' confidence. Yer some kinda enigma, Cal-gal." He realized he had just nicknamed her from force of habit, but had a feeling it would ruin his chances.

In this light, she looked beautiful, and something clicked inside the outlaw.

He had a plan. He would almost certainly regret this, be ridiculed for it later, possibly wreck his chances with Calla, but his reputation had little to loose and he was already versed in his own heartbreak. It was time to take a gamble.

He was subtly moving them for Mistletoe Alley...