Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181215030959

"You be careful now". HIs last words following her departure. His face turns to the window, watching the outside. There is nothing for him to do for the rest of the encroaching morning.

"Ohh, right. My hands. Perhaps the good doctor is available for a check-up" he jumps from the frame to the door. His ears filled with the man's voice, derivative of the young Layoka "Are you convinced enough? Can I plant my tiny little fangs in your throat, pretty pwease?"

Mockery once more, lashing at his psyche. He make the best effort to let it flow, even as it scores a chip on his mind.