Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-25547106-20160305071837

He waves goodbye to them all, tucking them into bed. Oddly enough, despite the hole in the far wall, all of them felt pleasantly warm and... cared for. Armstrong secures his hat atop his head, gives his moustache a fresh coating of sculpting wax to keep it in its trademark handlebar, and makes his way out into the storm. "Through hell or high water, an Armstrong never goes back on his word..." he mutters to himself, walking on against the roar of the howling winds. "And something so trivial will never hinder an Armstrong!" he continues, smiling.