Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190106223825/@comment-31749612-20190113005744

''Sebastian simply stood there, thinking. He listened to her words. ''"I feel... Itchy, but warm. Not cold. My journal, I need to write everything down." ''He'd step out of the tub, letting the sheet fall to the floor. Water of course, dripped on the floor as he walked. All that covered him were raged, soaked clothes.''

"Wait, I need to dry off." ''He'd say, looking at Myuu for help. It appeared the itching sensation didn't bother him, or he chose to ignore it. Not being able to write in his journal was clearly distressing to him.''