Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170312190004/@comment-31049256-20170314234630

"Meh, who needs silver?" Kittycut says with a bit of heat, "Yer people could survive off that salt deposit up yer ass."

She begins rolling a snowball with her footpaw as she glares at Marcus.

Baku pats the sword spirit in the gut, "Stop bein an ass. The man has a point. Ain't many charitable souls around, an he's got people ta worry 'bout."

"Don't mean he's gotta be a jerk," Kittycut pushes the snowball back and picks it up with her tail stealthily, "needs to loosen up a bit and show you some respect Boss."

"We've had our little adventures, but I can't say we've had anything quite as grand as that." Sheba says, "It sounds quite romantic, though how he could have ever thought such a thing is astonishing."

"How many kids we talkin?" Martha asks. "Can't be many since I haven't seen any so far."