Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170603204216/@comment-31336039-20170629001430

"What ... are you doing?" He asked in a dry voice. His muscles, still contracted by effort, answered with difficulty.

He began to straighten, worried by the idea of having had an absence. Noticing is head turneing slightly and his throat seemed dried up.

"I guess I lost, I'll have to take the money out." He announced in a grimace, tatting his belt with his right hand. But it does not really react, still subject to trauma.

Keeping a serene face was difficult with the waves of pain he was suffering.

"I think I'm going to bed. See you tomorow,..." He add before getting up and walking away, massaging his right arm. Not seeming to have noticed the compromising position in which he had been.