Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-30014014-20191031134602

Drapp had returned to his calpin, pondering on what to expend. The tip of his pen taps on thr white page, poking a miniscule dot of ink on a previously pure piece of paper. Only, somewhere in the interim, he stops.

His eyes within the mask seem to narrow, as if caught in a thought "Hmm..." His expression is indiscernible, but changing. Subtly, from ons side to another. Perhaps something caught his eyes. It wasn't impossible with the myriad of things happening before him.