Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29524970-20160808030602/@comment-29524970-20160808055643

His cracked face pulled across the rouch concrete before his cold head met her warm thigh. His eyes closed as he wondered what she was planning for him. Pathetic, simply pathetic. He thought. With how little consequence he had, he might as well had been nobody. He asked aloud, in a weak tone, "What are you going to do with me?" His eyes flicked up to hers. There was something about her eyes... He had seen that expression before, and brought back a memory so sharp that he winced. On the other hand, his eyes were bottomless pits, ones impossible to escape once fallen in.