Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26709630-20160408221123/@comment-25686329-20160418204904

"Ah, I dunno. You ever had an Italian Soda? There's a soda joint that opened in Bookend, I'm pretty sure. Maybe we can grab something there." He started walking along with her, out of the room.

Then came her question.

"Nah, it's cool, I can tell you. Uh, it's... it's Varanus. It's a lizard-type-deal. Vuh-ran-us." He put emphasis on the individual syllables. "I'm, uh... Beowulf's Dragon." He said, a little reluctantly. "It's basically my destiny to hate life, existence, and people, live alone and embittered, and finally go out in one blazing fit of rage and bitterness, destroying all in my way before getting killed." He smiled ruefully. "That's just the, uh, straw I drew, I guess. I mean, like, I'm not trying to be a downer, that's just the hand I've been dealth."

He shrugged sheepishly. He was doing it again.