Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26709630-20160228222353/@comment-26709630-20160311234547

As Airmé stepped into his own dorm room he almost immediatly happily calasped on his favorite chair. He picked up his sketchpad and began to doodle, something he almost always did. These doodles were rather romantic- but what was to be expected when he had gone through a night like tonight? No, he would definatly never forget tonight. Not for a long, time time... perhaps forever, and Airmé was perfectly fine with that.