Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170423011718/@comment-30014014-20170423020558

Eventually, Oscar lifts his head away from the water, nesting just above. Water pours out of his helmet, alongside filth that may have clung on. "Can't just ask her about that now, can I? As a matter of fact, been so busy thinking about smithing that I just realized, she has a chest!? Since when was that present?!"