Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150610231734/@comment-25686329-20150813054048

((Uhm, sure! You're good to come in NiribuMul! Just make whatever character's entrance... smooth, not forced, you know what I'm saying?))

The Yankee shrugged. "I got a fridge full of  Enchanted Forest Dew, but I think there's some tea in the pantry. Some kinda gift from Tockman after I helped her on a case or something."

He gestured to one end of the bunker, which sort of resembled a dining area/ kitchen.

"Also, see that door?" He pointed again as he took off his jacket. "I got this whole 'V.R.' training center type-deal set up. Put on the goggles, get a weapon out, thing boots up and gives you some enemies to work with. Honestly, my buddy Scythe sorta gave me that idea. Litttle dorky, I know..."

He trailed off. He was rambling. This chick was bringing out his best confidence, AND his worst quirks.

Frick, he didn't need this.

Well...

The Yankee blew out a breath and turned, grabbing a shirt from where it was draped over the couch. He took off his current one with a quick motion and rolled his shoulders, put the clean shirt on with his back turned to Nix.