Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5426290-20160125134959/@comment-5426290-20160209225938

He frowned at alek, rolling his eyes. "Oh screw you, Captain Kitchen knives." (=.=)

Percival huffed, taking his bottle and sipping a bit of the blood in it while pouting at Alek while Ana worked her paintingskills. "Ugh, why do I even bother checking up on you. You've probably been sitting in the monastery for the past day enjoying having the younger inductees pour you wine while you let elders have at your masochistic body for their enjoyment."