Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181126011115

Prad’s time sees him longing for the room they set him in. Regardless of the specter, he makes his way back as silently as possible. Try as anyone might, his habits needed mending, treading on the line of caution.

Of course, the time spent doing little had still somehow emptied his stomach, courtesy of his innumerable injuries, the grave ones on his burnt arm.

Calling was a must, but should he? His worry for the assistant plays in his mind. She had felt the Mann in the wall’s malevolent influences.

No...he’d go himself all the way to wherever the cafeteria or kitchen.