Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30622263-20170220220908

Today was the day. He was finally going to do it.

After weeks and weeks of being irritated by that girl in his class, Florian had decided it was well past the time he should have given her to correct her own behavior-- it was well past the time he should have intervened.

She was obviously some other royal, he thought, though that much was made obvious enough by their various shared classes. More important than that, she seemed so often tired, and so very pale to his eyes, that he couldn't help but wonder about whether she was getting enough rest, or food, or perhaps she was dehydrated?

I-it's not like he was worried, or anything! But he was a decent enough guy, and there was only so much he could take of pallor and exhaustion. Thus it came to be that one Thursday after class, despite not even knowing her name, Florian Red all but slammed a boxed lunch down on the desk before her.

"Hey, you," he frowned, crossing his arms. Without so much as introducing himself, "Look. I don't normally do this, but... you keep coming to class, and you always look so tired and pale. Have you been eating enough? You haven't been pulling a lot of all-nighters, have you?" 