Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180709061251/@comment-31749612-20180726001717

''Whiskey would recoil back, clearly taken aback by her responce. "Holy shit!" He thought, "A-Angel of Death?!" He continued to think, attempting to suppress the fearful look on his face. "How could Oswald get his hands on a..." Shaking his head, and taking a few deep breaths, he managed to compose himself. ''"Well, uh... Since you're free, what will you do now?" He asked quietly.