Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190505165944

The clown had since turned his attention to little Ophelia, with sight of...something she clings to. The butterflies legion had stopped, repelled by her trashing, and returned to a singular one on his shoulder "Well, well, well, another stager..."

His hand begins to gleam as he stares at the furry she tugs at, a sphere building up.