07-20-2018, 10:15 AM
do you believe you could change me? the way i changed you.
There were very few things that Roman had kept with him in his travels. His paints were something that he could find around anywhere, there were so many around that liked art or used to like art he could just ask around, and it was the same with most of the other things that he had. But there was a small box that the male owned, much like a jewelry box - because it was, though he'd never admit it - filled with personal possessions, things that he would hate to lose. A necklace with tribal feathers on it from an old clan, beads covering each side from ceremonies he went through, ranks he climbed. A stack of playing cards from another clan, not all too important, though they still held value to himself, the place where he and Caroline had made a home for themselves in a casino, and lastly, different letters that were written to him from Caroline that he often had read. They were old, but every now and then he liked to get them out to read them - remember the good times - and when he woke up that morning, he wanted to do just that. But his box was missing, the scent of one of his clanmates surrounding the area that it was usually at.
Walking out of his room, the male would look around for Sombra, ears pricked as he saw her with a pile of items, speaking to Suiteheart - who seemed quite angry herself. So it wasn't just him. Immediately the male would start looking for his box, once spotting it, grabbing onto it and opening it up to make sure everything was still there.