Gender: Unspecified Location: Some dark forgotten corner
(Jacobleo, could you possible use speech markers ( "....") so that it is easier to understand you. I can't tell weather you are OOC or your chara's actually speaking. try to differentiate.)
__________________ I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em
Kenneth would turn around and simply leave the group. He didn't really care for wandering around and beating up demons. All he wanted was to go too the music hall. Jason was sick today but Kendra would be there. He wouldn't admit it but he loved her accent, gave her voice great sound. He continued thinking about her as he ran into a wall on accident. He laughed it off looking around making sure no one had seen it. The school seemed empty, kind of creepy. Seeing the door to the music hall he slipped in staring around. Spotting Kendra at the bulletin board he would move quietly as he stood behind her. Hands moving foreward he would start tickling her sides.
Kendra jumped and squirmed as Kenneth tickled her "ay! what are ye doin'?!?" she asked turnin around giving him a hug. Kendra was a very huggy person and any chance she got when she saw him she'd give him a hug.
Kenneth would only smile hearing her accent yet again. He didn't really have a clue where it was from usually sleeping in history. Seeing Kendra hug him he would hug her back giving her back a light rub. Pulling away he would gaze around for a second before turning back to her.
"So what's up with ye?" she asked smiling at him pulling her red hair up into a messy bun. She really did like Kenneth, but she didn't think that he knew it and she was afraid that if she told him he would be mad or things would change between them. "I've jus been doin a wee bit of practicin'" she spoke softly clearing her throat a little bit.