Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26874253-20190207075250/@comment-26874253-20190223190923

(Ah, I'm so sorry this took me a million years to get to!)

Amy stretched a bit as she exited the classroom, having felt like lunch period would never come. Was it even possible for a lecture to be any more borning? She hoped that no one ever asked that question of Mr. Rotter, or she expected that he would take that as a personal challenge. At least tuning out the lecture had given her the chance to decide what colour she would paint her nails after school.

The empousa was quick to drop off her books in her locker and grab her purse, not wanting to waste a moment of time where she could be having lunch at the maul, and perhaps get in a few minutes of window shopping while she was at it.