Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131121000800/@comment-768817-20131121040226

"Don't try too, what-" He trips as he turns around to look at Able and Blaquil, falling on his face. He rolled over, and leaned up a little bit. He quickly realized his nose was bleeding, and held his index finger to stop the blood. He looked up sternly, then lost his composer and started giggling. "Thaeddius!" He called. When the Imperial arrived he immediatly tried to start wiping the blood from Cyrillian's face and tried to help him up. "No, no, Thaeddius." He brushed him away, "Just make a note to get this fixed." he pointed to the gap in the wooden floor. He climbed to his feet, taking the hankerchief Thaeddius had tried to clean his face with, and wiping the blood from his nose.