Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180213032456

(S9/BT) Still hunched over, Thomas' arms windmill as he bats Jorge's hands away. "I'm fine! Get your hands off of me!" he says, though not as strong as he could. Covered in beer and still queasy, he doesn't look to be in the best of shape.

Still, he straightens up and helps Lilrava to her feet.

"This is Lilrava," he says in a put-out tone, "And she's one of Tirush's temporarily adopted daughters. Hence, one of mine."

As he speaks, he casts a blue glyph in the air. Inexplicably, it begins to rain on the three of them, washing off the beer that runs off in sudsy rivulets into foamy puddles.

"And if you'll allow me a few minutes, I'll look into that brain of yours, such as it is."

Though he looks annoyed, he focuses on getting the three of them cleaned up.