Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190119004631/@comment-37843592-20190129055509

“So, you still remember. Times been harsh between the both of us, eh? That orphan with the sticky fingers got older. Still got into trouble, as always. But, that was back then. Now? I’m legitimate.”

He took off his mask and hat, revealing his sadden frown and peering eyes. “I’m not surprised you still know me after my departure to the big lands. Different colors, but same face. Same old Kuroda. Here, drink this. It’ll slow down whatever is in you.”

He opened the flask and sloshed the contents inside. A strong smell of alcohol wafted from the opening.

“Hope you still aren’t kidding about that tolerance of yours. Nothing like rum to bring back old memories, yeah?”