Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-30014014-20191024042014

(BTR)

"Really? A thorned mask, then. I am sorry for that individual. If the sight of one is that a painful reminder for you...so be it".

Drapp claps his hands around his mask. A silver one encasing his entire head, slowly moving upward, revelaing bits of his face by inchs.

A mundane man behind it, the light encasing how wired to his side, on standby. Brown hair and eyes. Caucasian features. A slightly deep voice, much less muffled without his mask.

And of course, Drapp becomes much more concerned with his surrounding, looking a bit more than usual at his immediate spot, behind and besides himself "Of course, you are aware that now, I have to watch myself evermore. Unlike you, I am not so comfortable in a place like this".