Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26475304-20150807013920/@comment-26807691-20150813073304

"Want your lemonade, Nyssie?" Angel called, paying for the drinks.

Nys looked up from where she was attempting to slash the vendor's throat with the knitting needles. "Uh, sure. Never call me that again."

"Okay~!" After taking the cups, Angel skipped over to Nys and offered it to her. "Here!"

The witch took it, making a threatening gesture to the old lady running the stand and backing off. "Are they selling rugs or something over there?", she asked innocently, in an attempt to draw Angel's attention.

"W-rugs? Where?" The patchwork girl ran off, apparently rather interested in crazy quilts.