"Ah... ahahah... I suppose that's true."
The uneasiness caused by Roxie's comment forced a single bead of sweat, large enough to adorn the gaudiest necklace, to protrude from Wallace's face. He'd been so negligent in his academy work that he wasn't mentally sure where he stood on any hierarchical ladder any more.
"But, my question still stands. Was there anything..." He shifted his legs outward ever so slightly, and slowly rose his hands to hip and shoulder height. "You perhaps wanted to craft for any upcoming fun-havings?" His fingers wiggled back and forth. Maybe it was meant to be some off brand of spooky, but it looked more idiotic than anything else.













