Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150926020031/@comment-3991308-20150927052331

((Going to use masc. pronouns for Airmid for this RP.))

This was the first thing Airmid felt uncomfortable in a suit. It made him look so dark, so mysterious, all the things Ticktania would have approved of, but it didn't feel right. He felt awkward and weighed down, and in no shape of mind to pay the Dogtective girl the respect she deserved. And the bowtie seemed to choke him.

He sighed. A few others were crying, but Airmid doubted if he should cry. If Ticktania wanted something like this. And more importantly, if she deserved a commemoration as... conventional as this.

Not that Airmid would know. He hardly knew her, except for that one time when she snuck into a government building for him.

And now, he supposed, he would never know her.

Half-sauntering, half-stumbling, he made his way over to Annalog. Airmid wanted to say something comforting, like "I hope you have the strength to make your way through this." but instead, all he did was give a comforting nod.