Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20160914130216/@comment-4059927-20170623031318

((It's all good!))

Bradi's eyes shifted down, attempting to avoid close eye contact, not only was she uncomfortable but she was also feeling excited. This feeling she tried desperate to repress as his rebellious form set off all sorts of sensors in her mind.

"What is going on here?!" Crabblesnitch had stepped out of his office and looked dumbfounded as he assessed the scene. His signature scowl, which never seemed to deviate from that basic emotion, was in use and his eyes displayed parental admonishing as he looked at the four outcasts that stood before him.

"Ugh, nothing." Bradi adjusted her glasses, sweat beaming from her forehead, as she stepped away from the desk and towards the printer in the back corner of the room. There were no papers, but she needed some form fabrication to indicate that he could not make a move on her anymore.