Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20180510173057/@comment-27950421-20180601205714

As the deep submerge disipates it reveals that I've already taken my shirt off and am wringing it out, "See Celestine, that one was nice enough to give us a refreshing splash of of water, and right when I was getting thirsty too! How can you say that negotiations are falling through now?"

Ancala remains silent, for the first time appearing to fully alert as she stares openly at my wet and shirtless musculature. Riddled with scars from wounds and burna older than most civilizations. Ancala adsent mindedly whipes away some drool

I sling my soggy shirt over a shoulder and glare at the tux man, "Though that bastard comment was very rude. I'll have you know that I happen to be an orphan. First memories were of waking up in a soggy hole in the ground and grew up in a swamp full of giant spiders that wanted to eat me. So while it us true that I have no father, I would prefer you not bring up such unpleasant memories."

I look to Celestine, "And you say I'm bad at negotiations, look at this guy airing out other peoples dirty laundry like that."