Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24001647-20140624010737/@comment-25686329-20141211052928

((Let's revive this thread!))

Plutarch Cavendish hated the idea of a school dance, at least that's what he would have told you had you asked his opinion.

Sure, there was plenty of people to ask, he had friends that would likely show up to whatever event, but something about the whole situation bothered him.

Dang happy people. To spell with them.

He had seen that Raspberry chick looking so optimistic about getting asked before they slipped inside that dorm room. That's why he had hot-footed it to the cafe.

It wasn't much better; there was masquerade posters everywhere.

Plutarch made a mental note not to go unless someone asked him, and not to bring it up otherwise...

He glanced from his table to see Nazo get asked by some guy he forgot the name of. He laughed his raspy, bitter little laugh and couldn't help but rub them the wrong way.

"Heh. You two love-birds wanna get a room...?" He thought for a moment. He could do one better. "Or a moon maybe?" he jeered. He oughtta talk to that Duchess chick about messing with people; she could learn a thing or two from him.