Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-25686329-20141219211236

Plutarch gave a short-sigh through his nose.

"Not a prollem." Plutarch said. He had seen her around, ran into a few times, but never really straight up NOTICED her presence until now. He felt a little sorry that Calla was teathered to the prissy girl.

He noticed that in the process of folding her arms, Calla had propped her rather curvacious chest up, which snagged Plutarch's eye for a moment.

You had to be hot AND witty to win over Plutarch, and so far this Calla girl had 1 out of 2 requirements. He wondered if Lila would show up, but wasn't sure whether or not he wanted her to.

He quickly drank in Calla's form (to which her rather eyesore outfit did not favors) before letting his eyes finally flick up from her edges.

"You're Calla, right...?" He tried. He was never amazing at small talk and awkward conversations, but he was determined to try.