Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161204121342/@comment-26517142-20170125113057

Jeiel bows a bit. "Sorry. Didn't think this through." He pats Kathra with a vigorous shake. "Can't rush things around you, sport."

"Sport?" Sebyl thwacks Jeiel with a rubbery hand. "You're talking to a mature Slime."

"Hmm. As if you'd know." Jeiel made a smug grin. "You're 5 months old and you still act like a kid. You call yourself a grown- - OW!"

"That's mean."

Jeiel: (to Praetor) I tell you. That isn't their top speed.

(An abrupt sound notions the vehicle to a stop) We're here.