Sabertooth, and not only that, Sabertooth’s guild master was here. Whether or not this would be good or bad, Roy did not not know. All there was for now was to comply with the blonde and go to the ball. It had been a while since he had any sort of enjoyment. Plus, meeting a new friend, or rival, would prove nice.
With a low, almost inaudible, groan, Roy closed his book and stood from his seat. “I guess I should." Roy replied, with a slight nod of the head. He made way to the entrance of the current building they were in, holding it open for the guild master.
"After you, Master of Sabertooth.”
—– A brow raised to other, trying to read him but it was deemed to be difficult. This mage reminded him a lot of Rogue when he and him first met. A light laugh escaped him, "you’re not a easy book to read. But hell, I don’t care for books anyways, they’re borin’ and no fun." Way to go. He had neglected to notice the other was reading a book.
A frown slightly tugged on his lips as he walked through the doorway, shooting a look. "Oi oi, only I can joke about that. Don’t go all formal on me." He stopped and turned, "Sting Eucliffe. Just stick with Sting hm? Also,you are….Roy, right?" He stepped through to the shot and his eyes scanned the shop and whistled. "Gonna be tough pickin’ one out to suit me~ Ahahaa.” Terrible. Absolutely terrible
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