Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181227035621

Prad's eating session falls in complete disarray. All from the simple voice coming out of the room, causing him to completel fall over his bed. While a simple visit form her wasn't anything to overact about, with the revelations of Armata nailing his thoughts about her, worse still, the fact that his own feelins mirror hers had him unprepared and flailling about.

The man in the wall simply glances at his fallen host with an unimpressed stare. Or he would, assuming one could device his expression beyond the gray helmet "Rise yourself, little one. This performance is sadening to witness".

Prad slowly lifts himself back afoot and wanders to the door, a simple nudge enough to open it. He returns to the bed, his mask on. Knowing him, he's need it "It's open".