Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191118154020

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"Yea, you have a good one too". Prad waves back to their distancing selves, a small simper on his expression. One quick to dismantle as he turned, now walking in a different direction.

His shadow divides to two under the apex of midnight. One of them peers back to him with a glaring amethyst. The young man's pace is besieged by the shivering sensation of hands on his shoulders. His expression is of melancholy. It was soon to end. The peace in his mind and body...

Regardless, he marches onward. At the very least, perhaps, he would be allowed a night in silence...