Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26958589-20160310181611/@comment-26958589-20160310185425

Spring Fairest - was there a time of year more wonderlandiful? Probably, but Obsidian didn't care. Spring was in the air and he couldn't be happier. Perhaps it was the outfit. Opaline, being the designer she was, had insisted he wore a black and white blazer with the pattern of shattered glass on the lining. When he had protested it wasn't very spring-y, she wrapped flowers around his crutches. Obsidian didn't complain.

With the sun shining on his forearms and feeling very handsome (even if slightly silly), Obsidian walked into the fair. He wasn't really sure where to start. The Fairest Wheel? The Chef Showdown? That wasn't even mentioning the vast amount of fairgames that littered the fair. Maybe he could win his girlfriend a toy unicorn? I suppose a toy unicorn would be a better gift for Kirk - that'd really wind him up.

After a quick laugh to himself, Obsidian took his attention away from the games and to a tall man standing in the distance. Unfortunately for that man, he was very recognisable. "Hey!" Obsidian called out, walking a little faster. '''"I didn't know you'd be here, Quinn? How did we not see each other - we share a dorm!" '''