Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-8267955-20150607092108/@comment-8267955-20150610135738

Chanticleer huffed and puffed as he saw Chanson reach the multihex's ticket booth before he did. He couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed that he had lost to Chanson this time. Whenever either of them wanted to race or compete with each other in any way, the bragging rights was evenly distributed between them. Sometimes Chanson won, sometimes he won. He made a mental note to beat Chanson the next time they have a chance to race. When he caught up with Chanson holding up their tickets with a grin, "The lady in the booth said that the balcony seats were still available. Probably got them thanks to my swift feet." she spoke as the two entered the multi hex. Passing by the doors, he noticed how he and Chanson looked like a complete mess. His hair was a complete mess, sweat seemed to have stained the gray shirt he was wearing. Not to mention all the sweat dripping from his forehead. Thinking of sweat, Chanticleer had gotten really thirsty. "I'm going to get myself something to drink, do you want anything?"