Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20170102221148

"Grettle left to get the other half of my breakfast. Uuurgh...and until she returns, keep your voice down," Cyndwella groans, sitting down in a chair and planting her face in her hands. "Fuck. Been so long since I've been in this plane I had forgotten what a hangover feels like."

She peeks through her fingers at Marcus. "Hehehe, uh, no hard feels, right? I mean, you wound up getting something out of it, anyway, buuuut..."