Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181127035105

“No...no I don’t” his mind spikes inward with every word spouted by both her and he. His heart tightens to a severe degree, prying the man to grip it. He can’t. His walk is unfazed despite the anchor plunged deep in it.

His sensation of the man in the wall is heavy, to the point of feeling the very weigh of the plane from which he walks in. This extra bearing causes his walk to slouch but slightly, his wish to avoid worrying her strong.

His eyes reflect the violet stream once more, images flashing in them. His mask, his shelter, hiding what suffering strains him. Fleeting memories of another voice, calm, cheerful, devoted...distressed.

His words come out, trying to shift the momentum “How about you? It’s a bit weird that you remain by yourself”