Board Thread:Private Roleplaying/@comment-26062370-20151104012328/@comment-26062370-20151121214701

(He is a thespian)

Shakespeare frowned, seeing her embarrasment. His heart hurt him - he slinked into the chair, quite angry and upset with himself.

"I'm sorry, Miss Wolfe. My acting instincts, I suppose.."

Worry and dread coat his voice like jam on toast; his eyes thickening and glistening.