Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27115455-20171007064345/@comment-26081539-20171007071636

Gallant's morning breaks consisted of a quick trip to the nearest mirror to check out his hair and outfit - adjust it as necessary - and then meeting up with his close friends in the Royal Student Lounge. He was usually the fashionably late one, but today seemed to be of a different breed, seeing as how the blue-grey haired male was one of the first to arrive. His bright eyes easily raked over the lounge, taking note of the general emptiness of the space. He spotted a green-clad princess poring over some notes with a Spellbooks cup clenched tightly in her hand. Her aura radiated pure irritation, and Gal was more than happy to steer clear of her little corner in order to approach the familiar face already waiting for him.

"Out of all the gum flavors you could offer me, you give mystery flavor?" Gal joked lightly as he casually sat down in one of the chairs, easily catching the gum piece sliding across the tabletop. He held up the little piece and wiggled it up in the air with a smirk, "Thanks for the breakfast, Charlie." He chuckled lightly. It was hard to tell if the knight was joking or not, since he often had a habit of skipping breakfast in the mornings in order to sleep in instead.

Apparently, Gal's "beauty sleep" was more important than eating. But was it his fault that he had stayed up so late last night practicing his jousting? His father had recently been complaining about Gal's form or what-ever-after. And the best way to shut up Lancelot was to just fix or do whatever it was he was complaining about. Gallant had learned that a loooong time ago.