Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26958589-20160917011945/@comment-26958589-20160917023327

As if on cue, unfortunately, Obsidians phone, located in his dressing gown pocket, vibrated. Not now, Opaline, he thought, glaring at the ground. ''You'll just have to wait. ''

'''"Nice to meet you, Scythe." '''Well, not really. Frankly, he could of done without meeting the other student right now, but Obsidian didn't wish to make a bad impression. Scythe was just doing his job, afterall. He made eyecontact with him again. '''"I understand that. It won't happen again." 'Note to self, he started, Meet up beside our rooms next time.'' Thinking about Opaline, Obsidian started to feel bad, which was no surprise considering the questions being flown his was.

He had been coming here just about daily since his first year and knew there wasn't that high of a risk of something bad happening - there had always been a curfew time and there were always bad things in the forest, especially at night. But really, aside from all that, his main concern was that Opaline was probably worried about him right now. Obsidian was never late. He started to wonder if he'd be best telling Scythe. '''"There isn't anyone else, so you don't need to worry about that. Like I said, I often come on late night walks, that's all." '''