Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24001647-20140624010737/@comment-25686329-20141212013426

"Afternoon, Ari." He said, vaguely motioning for him to sit. They weren't AMAZING friends, but Plutarch and Ari shared a common love for high-end or sophisticated clothing.

"It's  nice. Liking the pheasant feathers." Plutarch responded about the hat. He had fond memories of hunting and flushing out pheasants with his Father and a couple of pointing dogs.

"What's yer take on this whole Masked Dance or whatever? Gotta date?" He said. He paused, thinking for a moment. He didn't think there would a cache of girls lining up to hang out with him, but if he was being honest with himself, he was lonely and bitter. "Ya asked yer girl, I'd guess. She gotta friend?" He tried not to sound too hopeful.