Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20141118044242/@comment-26414442-20141125061836

Avian was almost going to complain about the vague request, but thought better of it, and simply made the bitterest, blackest coffee he ever made. "How on earth are you ever going to drink this?" he asked Sob as he handed it over. "I mean, don't you want some sugar?"

"'Course I'm going to the Thronecoming Dance!" Chanson said. "I've heard Melody's DJing, and you can't miss that. The bassline of all her songs are just... brilliant." She sipped her flat white. "What about you guys?"