Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-31129923-20181119100210/@comment-31129923-20181219060440

Emily Lawton gently slowed her pace to a halt once she heard somebody addressing her from the main steps. She had no idea who was calling out to her at first but quickly picked up on it being Malcolm due to his fairly familiar voice. A tiny bit curious as to the reason why he had spoken out to her, she vaguely hoped it pertained to a gesture of admiration. However, she turned around only to see him standing among stacks of flyers. The brief sight upon closer inspection almost instantly brought faint memory of political literature.

Reluctant to respond with that in mind, Emily’s eyes darted about in a futile attempt to see if he might possibly have meant to call-out to someone else or maybe she had misheard him entirely. Though ultimately accepting the fact he was unfortunately speaking to her, she opted to reply as though she were ignorant to his setup.

“What’s that?” she asked while still timidly holding her school book against her chest.