Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140112004028/@comment-3293219-20140116170723

Nish sturred in his bed, he was quickly woken as the note rolled off of his face.

What the...

Dearest Nish,

''I've gone out shopping to get a few last minute things for later. I won't see you until the ceremony, bad luck and all that, but I cannot wait!''

Try not to get knocked out and I'll see you later!

Love, Eilo.

Nish carefully folded it over and put it on the bedside table, as something had occured to him.

What would he wear? Nothing in his pack could really be described as 'formal' and if he turned up in a blood stained shirt, he would probably forced out of the chapel.

''Alright... there's some draws here with some 'formal' crap in it.''

He quickly knelt down and opened the draws, fumbling through everything.

Meanwhile
Manja had stormed out as she was called a 'whore' by someone who probably laughed manically in the bath, whilst stutering nursery rhymes. She decided that those two needed some time alone and she suddenly remembered what she had got for Nish.

"Okay, Sinir? I need you, you're going to help me here..." She ordered, taking Nish's frilly shirt and woolen suit pants from out of her shopping basket.

"Oooh... frilly!" Sinir chuckled, taking it off the nord and holding it.

"You get a spot of dirt on that? And I'll make a new one out of your skin!" She warned him, heading out.