Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26320859-20160507013625/@comment-2058180-20160508223400

Bixbite sits in the ground, shocked and blushing. Jet walks to her.

Jet: ''How's going, Red Beryl? Seems like you have a very afectionate comrade... Or whatever you like to call your friends...''

Bixbite: ''I must say, Wood Opal is making me... feel different. Not like a friend. She's making me feel happy, but diferently... She is something else...''

Jet: A deadly enemy?

Bixbite: (glares at Jet) ''No... I... I like her...''