Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191107150310

@Everyone

"Of course not..." Drapp let his blade out. The glimmer dances brightly in its lonely atmosphere, quivering from the depth of his palm.

The calpin he had snaps shut "Then again...you expected better from them, did you?"

Slowly, it returns to the fold of his suit, the frames of his newest drawings, blackened.

His hand returns to the top of his head, a...disappointed voice "They can't even retribute for their own. And you thought so highly of them".

Drapp places his free hand over the one with the lightning jag out, gently, as the fist curls up. Almost...in protest. He keeps a chortle away, remaining in this isolation. He wasn't ready to go back yet.