Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-25686329-20141217233053

Three days later, Plutarch still stung, but not bad enough to put him in a bad mood... or at least, a more cantankerous mood than usual.

He and Char were walking between classes, chatting.

Plutarch gingerly touched his side and grunted a bit, but still grinned.

"You got some kinda battle style, Gecko." Plutarch said. Granted, he knew the dragon boy was called Char, but nicknames were his father's habit which he had inherited.

"Hey, who d'ya think the hottest chick in school is?" He said. Over the past three days he had almost mastered interpreting Char's language of grunts and roars, and was honestly wondering about his opinion.

((Also, you should start working on that Lone Ranger's Daughter page))