Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-33209858-20150510151707

The dark-haired ballerina couldn't help but stiffen up when Loys joined the group. She knew who he was - and they had a very awkward relationship, to say the least. Were they supposed to be friends? Lovers? Enemies? Belle wasn't too sure, and out of instinct she always secluded herself from him. She knew that they were destined to be lovers, but if they actually took time to talk and get to know each other, would they even like each other?

And now that they were already complaining about their deaths already, Belle wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to join in or not. Especially since the reason why she died in the first place was now present in the room. Bellerina didn't hate Loys for it - She couldn't blame anyone who was destined to be the next Albrecht for it. Still, she found herself naturally shying away from the group more and more as the conversation continued. She never fared well against large groups of people.

"Nice is one word for it..." Belle murmured darkly to herself, having heard the next Kasim over the other voices in the room. A tower of chairs was already falling all over, although Belle did silently hope that no one was hurt, so perhaps 'nice' wasn't the best word for it.