Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4598697-20180513234412/@comment-25686329-20180514041241

Punky Polacki had been waiting for him to initiate any kind of contact, but she'd been tapping her foot for at least five minutes, wracking her brain for some excuse to be the one that started things. These were friends. These were new friends. These were, potentially new friends that, with a little... uh...

...with a little Punky-Charm, they would be good friends, so the second the boy beside her -- who she vaguely recognized as a fellow student -- opened his mouth to speak, she pulled out a handkerchief from... somewhere private on her and offered it to him with a flourish. She was speaking almost immediately, and she was speaking quickly, brightly.

"How are you? Not great, I take it." Punky was saying. She leaned forward, spotted his apparent companion, or at least whoever he was sitting with. He'd be a new friend too, she was sure of it. "Whew, are you two not just the handsomest I've seen in ages!"