Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181215003117

(Jester) Layoka puts a finger to her chin, rather confused how Prad worded the beginning of his explanation. She puts a finger to

“I don’t know about the ‘old’ years, Mr.Prad. I only know they were bad. I don’t know what happened then. But I will never be a bad person! They say Lord Armata was a bad person, but everyday I see him he is helping people. Papa Jorge, me, Mamono, human families. If he was bad, he isn’t anymore. People told me Papa Jorge was as a bad person. Yet he now protects me and I’m his daughter! Maybe your friend should stop give people a chance.”

“Maybe your friend thinks we’re bad because he has no Mamono friends to believe in. Maybe he’s lonely.” The Dhampir hops off the bed like a frog and trots to the door frame of Prad’s room. “Well I have to go. I don’t want to be scolded by Papa Jorge. But Mr.Prad, you’re my friend and I trust you!” Layoka bursts a big jolly smile.