Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181206051056

"It's alright" he tries re-assuring yet again, thinking he may have upset some balance among the present "Everyone makes mistakes. Forget about it..."

His eyes squall under the mask of his shroud as his mind catches him up with the previous invitation. Course, Prad being Prad, he picks the chair standing at the edge of their table to sit upon. As a stranger to familiars, he wanted a little damage as he could, despite the fact that to him, it seems like this little objective was starting on the worse footing so far.

His quiet demeanor re-surfaces, trying to make himself invisible as to avoid making the rest uncomfortable.