Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26958589-20160310181611/@comment-26958589-20160312104803

Obsidian smiled at the other's responce. There was no way he could convince Quinn to not give him an awful nickname - at least knowing him and Star had names Quinn couldn't easily make nicknames made him feel a bit better.

'''"Somehow, I don't think Kirk would mind the gift if it came from you." '''Said Obsidian, the smile on his face turning into more of a smirk. This guy is so oblivious it hurts. '''"The game is that one, over there." '''He nodded towards to stall, beginning to walk over to it.

The stall in question in question had 3 stacks of cups in it, each accompanied by a basket of balls. Walking on crutches for a large amount of his time meant he had a fair amount of upper body strength - this game should be as easy as pie. "I hope you're ready to lose."