Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150610014148/@comment-25686329-20150611234219

The Yankee sat on a wide, low windowsill, taking care not to get dirt on his jacket.

"Yeah, hey man, toss me one of those oat bars." He nodded. He was a touch hungry.

He glanced over at the paper ballerina. "How're you doing, Pirouette?" he said. He had been forcing himself to be saccharinely sweet to the girl, attempting to not allow himself to relapse into bitterness.

"Pretty sure there's still cookies kicking around here somewhere, Belle." He replied to the other dancer's question. He hadn't ever really talked with her before, but she seemed nice.

"Yeah, Airmid, I got a few questions. First off, who are we waiting on? ...and secondly, what the Spell are we doing?"