Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20130724090620/@comment-10860529-20130724114114

A particular tin soldier should have arrived with a certain paper ballerina.



But she wasn't with him. Whether the girl was busy or merely evaded the harsh pressure on them to sign up was a question to behold. But here Stannum was,holding baton in hand from his marching band elective, making unintended clickety clanks while walking into the room with a stiff upper lip.

10 minutes late? Well, that was the first thing he heard at least. The toy opened his mouth to speak, but then remembered: The hat. Never talk with a hat on. Ever.

But instead of standing there dumbly, he merely rolled his eyes, taking it off with a free hand.

 “Strange, the clock in the band hall said it was 10 minutes early?” He placed the hat on a vacant table, his sight on the baton instead of the chairs, as mirrored by the others.