Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20130724090620/@comment-10860529-20130725081414

((Plopping Bathilda here because reasons))

The racketing clunks of metal on the floor were enough to indicate that yes, Stan was among those startled by Baba Yaga's arrival. He would have neared the chairs, but upon noticing a certain dancer still near the barre, he was about to comment when-

"Hey! Whose the army nut that left their fro-fro hat around like a glass slipper?"

If there was anyone who was late, then it definitely was the waiting-maid that picked up a certain tin soldier's hat.

The toy's stoic confidence shrunk under Bathilda's accusation. "Um, me?"

"Well, then wear it." Like a frisbee she tossed the cap at him, and one nearly dropped baton and a leg-that-needed-tightening later, Stannum had it in his arms.Surprisingly, he obliged.

"For now, as you wish." Between the unamused expression and his polite bow before taking a seat, it was difficult to say if Stan's voice was serious or being completely deadpan. Bathilda smirked and like the others found somewhere to sit, her spot away from the toy she called out.

Rolling her eyes, the less-than-royal servant slumped unladylike in her seat.