Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20151101060736/@comment-11163511-20151107145127

"Sam is what everyone calls me. But just to be as informative, Samuel Burton Gulliver. First, last and all. I see you must be great comrades, assisting each other for winning goal. Was expecting guests, then wasn't, Calli didn't say there were going to be others when I asked. Nice to meet you, though, Miss Pepper. What a lovely name you have and such a comparatively fine cake you've made." Sam tried to act natural but honestly he's feeling a little tied up, he still hasn't gotten over about what he just said, cursing in front of lady like that. He felt disgusted by himself.

"And yes, Calli. We've got to know each other under the circumstances Quinn just recalled and what's the opposite of what you just said. We saved each others' a-ar..., you know what I mean. Calli, Quinn, me and two other lads, one of them being the vessel of the aformentioned demon. Went home with a broken nose." For some reason he started having flashbacks of that weird dream where he tried to kill Shirley, then a whole hullabaloo later, he...died. He remembred going to a party that day, didn't remember any drinking but he must have had something. He couldn't explain why his pendant ended up being burned off at a corner when he woke up.

Sam crouched down to grab another teacup and saucer, filled the cup with tea and grabbed a bit of the strudels to put on the saucer then handed it over. "Yes, my first impressions are frankly quite horrible. Mind you let it pass and have some tea?"