Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27319156-20151105231316/@comment-27260597-20151113005906

"Alright, that's it, I've had enough of this weirdness for a night. Co- I mean, my Wind-up Maiden, let's go stand in a corner and request some songs." The Axe of Doom sternly and quite rudely((rudely being the key word here of course, this is a demon we're talking about)) snatched the porcelain and bronze body of the doll away from Poor Sir Neptune. ((n;)) She led/pushed the unliving adorkable doll until they were near the orchestra, listening thoughtfully (The Wind-up Maiden) and revenge plottingly (The Axe of Doom) to the soothing waltz.

'((ACK! I feel bad for poor Sir Neptune! ;n;))'