Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170423011718/@comment-31595069-20170424023801

"Well...I ain't moving for awhile...I look like a mummy right now..." Curt muttered as he relized he could not train for a long while until his body naturally healed and slowly filled him back up with blood.

"I'm sure it's not that bad. I mean we are in the middle of a well defended Ruins. What she the worse that could happen?" Royland laughed as a cheeky cat slowly rose from under his bed. "Hello Curt~! All wrapped up for me~!" Cecil had a very lewd smile on her face.

In Curts head he was screaming. "Royland! Do something!"

"I'm a sword dude...and a spirit stuck in it. Oh I know! I can dance inside this sword that's doing something!" Royland laughed.

"Oh dear...that's a woman with cat features. And...that smile is full of sexual malice..." Cathrine spoke in surprise.

"Cecil! Mercy! I plead for mercy!"

"Hmmmmm...Nah, I just want to have some fun~! Maybe someone can walk in on us as well~!" Her smile grew wider as she got on Curt.

"Man no fair! Now I want a physical body! Uh I mean!..."

"Royland you pervert. And by the Gods...oh dear I shall avert my eyes and ears for this...we shall speak of this later you two." Cathrine spoke before her voice dissapeared.

"Curt, you gotta get us a body one day man! I would love to find myself a smoking girl like that!"

"Not helping!"