Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27062997-20151218162344/@comment-11163511-20151220103429

Bane was to going to take a sip out of his cup when he saw his date, who seemed to be as frightened as he was just now. She couldn't really be afraid of him, could she? There wasn't any way she could tell who  was coming, so how could she know his tale? He only whispered it, so how could have possibly heard it? Or maybe it was because he looked too creepy, bloody veins bulging out on his skin didn't make him look very pleasant, it was too much to be "pretty" anymore? Bane was enough with those stupid thoughts and decided to go ask her himself. He stood up and approached Mac, whom was just creeping towards him. He rubbed his neck and said: "So um, you're de young lass oi'm spendin' dis evenin' wi', ain't yer? Oi guess dis is de part wha we say somethin' amongst de lines av "are yer feelin' waaat oi'm feelin'?", 'uh?" He gave his pale slender hand as to greet her. "What's ter be afraid av? oi'm as terrified as yer nigh, ter be 'onest."