Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141220234720/@comment-26267177-20141223154843

Routinely, Elton found himself knocking on the door to Calla's room. He never quite knew who the girl roomed with, but whoever they were, they were always long gone by the time the students were meant to awaken, so it was always safe for Elton to come knocking as a friendly wake-up reminder for his servant friend. His clothes hadn't changed much, as his top was still leafy as ever, though his shoes had become male dress shoes and his skirt had been transformed into a grass-trimmed pair of green shorts.

The boy who opened the door wasn't quite Calla. His hair was shorter, his face more defined. He was dressed in a beige servant's uniform, complete with a white handkerchief tucked into his shirt pocket. Calla had considered to himself that, if the universe was going to give him a new body and a new set of clothes, then said universe might as well have let his attire stray away from the dreaded servant theme. Alas, it was not to be.

"Good morning, Cal," Elton greeted happily.

"It's still Calla, Miss Sprigs," Cal replied flatly.

"Ah! Well," said Elton. "Certainly it is. Though there's been a change, Headmistress Grimm has suggested we carry on as normal, so I figured new names would be more befitting to reflect that. For example, I'm Myrtellton."

Cal nodded, his gaze darting off to the sideas though searching for an excuse to leave the conversation. "I'm certain you are, sir Sprigs."