Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-10715654-20130716120044/@comment-10860529-20130721120814

Stannum would have nodded, but the toy's lack of neck joints limited his movements. Still, he had the feeling there was room for specification.

"Fife! Well, I think I should have added marching at the end..." he trailed off, a slight tilt of the arms indicating a shrug. "Mr. Piper had me and some others for a small co-curricular thing, something about playing at the Legacy Dat ceremony."

Stannum smiled - genuine, but perhaps with melancholy? It was hard to assess under the lights of the room, let alone on a soldier made of tin.

It seemed a certain future huntsman had spotted the frog... well, sort of. Setting the napkin down, Hopper peered upward, pulling himself up.

Ah, brave Hunter of the wood, my profound apologies indeed! For I may had landed upon the wrong... foot...?" his speech halted when he saw Hunter's look.

An eyebrow raised, he waved his scrawny arms a bit - hopefully he wouldn't be sen as some gelatinous blob, not that others haven't mistaken for such before.

"Please, don't be mistaken!" Hopper exclaimed, trying to get his attention. He had the all to common feeling that it would be fore naught, however.