Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170616114550/@comment-30700719-20170708181243

I shake Endier's hand. "Thanks, mate. I'll be out of your hair soon. Who knows when the Iron Wings might come back here again." I stand up, stretch my back, then walk over to Endier's house. The night air is cool and crisp, and I smile. Everything's peaceful. No signs of movement, no hustle and bustle. The married individuals seem to have procured soundproof rooms, and the unmarried ones are nowhere in sight. Just me and Stormi, walking down the street. The stars are out, with a few clouds in the sky. I stumble into the door, before actually opening it and walking inside. I lurch towards the couch, but a dark figure slowly registers in my sleepy mind. I steer away from it, drunkenly swerving towards an armchair in the darkness. I slump forward, falling face-first into the chair. My eyes close shut, and I fall asleep.