Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190202060816

Prad's gaze still is fixated on the smoldering hands of his, currently unfit emotionally to play with the idea of entertaining yet another. He simply pulls up his sleeves to demonstrate the extension of his injuries.

While prone to heal rapidly unlike before, the sensation of charred arms is not an easy pain to bear, which he speak of in a placid voice, devoid of...anything emotive "I am not fit to converse with another..."