Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170529190134/@comment-31749612-20170601002708

"Like what kind of sweet things?" ''Whiskey then leaned back in his chair and put both of his feet onto the table. "So... Relaxing..." He thought as he crossed his arms as he continued to look at the two.''

Crossing his arms would cause his injured arm to hurt a lot more, but he didn't really care.