GYPSY BARD // o, return to acivity

[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]"Just now, probably."

Coldblue might still be young, but he is old enough to purposefully be a nuisance. Unfortunately for Caeser, he is the perfect target for Blue's snarky comments and bad jokes. The young Roux strolls over in his normal, arrogant manner; casual and perfectly aware of how beautiful he is. Granted, it is unknown if the egoism is a facade, reality, or merely an exaggeration of the truth. Whatever it is, Coldblue seems to enjoy himself. "I hate to break it to you, but you have a bit of sand on your face," he comments, lips twinged upwards with mild amusement. Glacial blue eyes sweep over the lioness' figure, observing her appearance for a fraction of a second before returning his gaze to her visage. Blue smiles again, seeming to brighten up his handsome features. "I do not believe we have met--my name is Coldblue." he bobs his head in a polite nod before casually rolling back onto his haunches in a sitting position.