Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150928011955/@comment-3991308-20151003060817

And that was the moment when Bas fell, complete with a loud, helpless yell... into a girl's arms. That happened surprisingly often – both the falling thing and unintentionally cliché romantic save.

"Oh, what a coincidence," he said, quickly pulling himself together. "I guess I fell for you, didn't I?" Bas grinned upwards at the girl who caught him.

Then, in a sudden rush, before anyone could respond, the witch above slammed a button. A tonne of glitter fell from the ceiling, covering those below with a good dose of sparkles.

Laughter followed, both Miraspella's and the demon's. Bas looked upwards at them (after getting the glitter off his face first, of course), with an odd mix of appreciation and 'dear author, why me?'

"So, how was that?" Spella yelled down. "Happy Hallowe'en, nerds!"

("Don't call people nerds," Polynices mumbled, but no one bothered listening to him.)