Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-25686329-20141231015157

Plutarch just enjoyed the feeling of having her lips against his and feeling Calla's hands move felt that much better.

Screw Tontette.

Though he flirted with more girls than he could count, this was his first kiss. After a moment, he realized he wasn't breathing and pulled out, smiling.

"I..." he began, happily. He stopped, mind swimming. Nobody had ever liked him, at least not enough to do what Calla just did. For all he knew she could just be leading him on for some cruel prank.... but then, she looked... almost happy.

But her friends, that prissy chick, they'd make fun of her for it later.

He lightly touched the place where his scar connected to his lip.

"Sorry." He said harshly. It was a genuine apology, however, and he kept his eyes down as he pushed past the crowd that had sort of surrounded them, intending to leave before he could embarass her any more.