Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200707214420/@comment-27666783-20200903172347

Inside one of their ornately gothic rooms did a man and a tiger woman make refuge. Chenguang sat on the bed with her arms huddled around her torso, almost as if to ensure they wouldn't wander.

"I'll be in the other room." Bertram concluded, "We can talk later."

"No!" Chenguang blurted, "No 'later', no 'moments to collect', why are you acting like this?" Her eyes bored at her half-brother. "I attacked you, and knowing you probably would have shot me, pistol whipped my corpse, and shot me again for trying to take you… yet you act like monk of Four Gods!"

Bertram raises his arms to his sides, turning around to meet her gaze "Why does everybody think I'm going shoot somebody just because I wear the Order's colors?"

Then it clicked for Chenguang, his zen-like state, his slumped shoulders, "You're on the pipe again!"

Bertram pursed a lip, "Only a little, but it helps take the nerves off."

"Where is it, Bertram?"

"Look at all the shite we have to put up with."

"Give it to me."

"I don't  have any left."

"I don't beleive you."