Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-39280634-20200531171946

(Flame, Jester)

While standing for a bit to catch his breath, Lance 'sheds' his inhuman disguise to check himself for matches, the 'armor' appearing to recede back into his own skin. He finds a small box of them in one of his pockets and lights up one match.

"Phew. Thank God we made it. Now let me just grab...". After looking around, Lance slaps himself on his forehead in a sudden bout of frustration. "Fuck ! I forgot my bag ! God damnit, I really forgot it !".

He then slumps against the nearest wall, his back sliding down against it until he ends up sitting on the ground, all while still holding the lit match with a small, flickering flame. "Great. I just lost all my things and food. And there's no telling if I we'll get out of here, let alone go back for it. Lina's going to kill me for sure."