Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181214160041

Prad takes a great sniff, turned back to the window. His ears filled with the indifference of the man in the wall, man currently standing directly before the young Layoka in his own plane of existence, his black gauntlet twitching, grinding. He speaks not, instead letting the cacophony depict his malice, solely directed at her.

“Ohh, you saw that...” Prad speaks with an apologetic tone, faced side by side to the window “I’m sorry you had to. It’s nothing for you to be concerned with. Just...a bad man saying bad things...far away...”