Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161204121342/@comment-27550231-20171001004824

Praetor glances back at the Joro-gumo for a few moments before going back his way. "Whatever." He mumbles, nit truly caring what she thought of him. And why should he? She's just aome random bimbo and a spindily legged one at that.

"My lady? She insulted us and you still have courtesy? Whatever... bu i never said anything about running away. I just said that you didnt have to live a life that wasnt yours. But you don't have to. Maybe you can be a better Jeiel than the previous one. So if you ever need help feel free to ask. Just don't force yourself into my life like your father. That always annoyed me..."

(Will continue shortly)