Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5664762-20130707075225/@comment-26414442-20130724091021

Cerise hiccuped. "I…. I…. might be fine now…. speech thingy wear off… hate this time of month… but I aren't able to…"

She stumbled out of the shop, doing her best not to be seen.

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Airmid grimaced at Angel's shout. She never liked it when Angel, or their father, used the voice. Still, her sister was right. She was late.

Being late was new. Airmid didn't like to be tardy, but this time, there were too many complications in place this time.

The future physician fiddled with the strap of her messenger bag, then began to explain. "The tour ran overtime, and I had to arrange parts of my dorm quickly. I won't need to ditch the rest of the school day, either. Promise I won't be late! It's a one-off-thing, you know how long the tours tend to take…" she said. "Going to your coffee shop would be great! It was honestly a bit of a surprise that the Headmaster accepted the carefully-worded request."

Angel's ramble about Airmid overshadowing her caught Airmid off-track. "No… wait… what? No, you're still important! I mean… nevermind. It's probably just me rambling on. Let's get some coffee. Actually, I'm more of a hot chocolate advocate. Can't stomach the taste of coffee... I apologise..."