Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-30046039-20170121003933/@comment-31605619-20170121152513

Dreamurr wrote: Accepted, Ryley! I think it would be pushing it if he was immune to fire, but I suppose his bottom half could be since it's all scales and such. (Got it, yeah I thought that might be pushing it xD)

Ryley was pretty much moving robotically, going to the next customer in line, taking their order, putting the money in the cash register, making their sandwich or coffee or other food, and then giving their food to them. She was quite bored and a bit irritated at some of the pushy customers, and really just wanted to be done with the day. She tugged at her blue apron that she had to wear when at work, as it was a bit itchy.

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Quince, on the other hand, was doing just fine down at the workshop. He was of course sitting in his wheelchair (he had somehow convinced Ryley to use almost all of their savings to get a more comfortable, expensive wheelchair, as it 'covered his tail more.') Carefully, he wheeled over to the kiln, holding a long, stiff metal rod.