Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190109030101

"Haha, you're right" Prad gently twirls the tea in his cup, looking to take a true sip "With all the walking, the carrying, the randez-vous and all, it's pretty much mroe complicated for me to take a log to sit on. Fortunately, the moments I do get to enjoy one, it's much more enjoyable to simmer and savor. Like this moment we're having, plus a---

''No, no, no! You've been playing the 'brave' charismatic up to now, but do not spill those words! This will serve only to detriment the miracle you've somehow stirred up"'' His mind comes back in force, seeking to stow Prad's freedom of thought, bestowed by the lack on influence from his distant spectator. An aftermath from the constant down putting.

He was, however, all too sincere in the enjoyement of this moment to let his mind try to play the reason of the coward, as such an act is an easy corrosive for the psyche of many willing to entertain the idea of company "--very endearing companion to which I get to speak with".

"Enjoy having this miracle wither and decay from your eyes, idiot!!" His mind begins a crusade of slurs against him, all hidden in sight.