Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-25686329-20141229224235

((Actually, Zoltan was talking witH Lemuel, not Plutarch, but whatever. Also, not too late, Timelordpinks))

There it was. This girl ticked both boxes; good-looking and quick of wit.

"Keen." returned Plutarch. "Not alotta chicks'd pick up on that." At the least he was glad she was enjoying herself thus far. A few more moments and comments later he was directly wher he wanted to be; square underneath a wad of mistletoe. Now it was time to excute his plan, his endgoal. His heart was pounding like a war drum, but his composure was not affected. He glanced, rather obviously, up at the mistletoe and then back towards Calla.