Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31597382-20190525134100

Oscar ran a hand through his black hair, mussing it up more, as he walked. Or more like sulked.

This was not a new occurance, but this time he actually had a reason. Remmie, the Princess of Perfectness, had rejected his flirts. Again. Why he was so affected by this, was a mystery even to him.

As we all know, sulking and walking through a crowded hall is not a good idea, Oscar ran into someone pretty early on. "Watch where your going!...oh, hi Basch." He muttered. 