Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26191607-20160820021957/@comment-27115455-20171010170732

Angie smiled warmly at the sight of the two hugging. She was tempted to join in herself, but he's back, thinking it would be best if she just let them shave their moment.

Angie's face stretched and her mouth seemed to be a mere dot when she heard Scythe mention the sword. Oh yeah... she thought to herself, I forgot about that sword... She giggled to herself at her own short-term memory.

She looked up. "Huh? Oh!" Angie stumbled on the memory, not exactly her fondest seeing her new friend set himself on fire. "Yeah, he did do that..." she said a bit quietly, rubbing her arm. She tried to smile, looking quite awkward. "It was... uh, neat." She didn't really know what to say, looking back and forth between the three, waiting for someone to switch the topic of conversation.