Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190111042739

"Hehe..." Prad remains seated, a slight gush in his cheeks. For all he cares, this could take five minutes, five hours or five days, he is fine with the time here. A cozy place such as this is one he feels much comfort within, and his mind is well-intended on savoring every second present before the next time an opportunity like this would manifest.

Prad is well aware of the rare pearl his host is. The eyes weighing behind him only serve to spike him further to celebrate this small moment, an uneventful time amidst a tide of alien darkness. When was the last time he had a semblance of a time of peace such as this? When, still, was the same opportunity spent with another soul? He forgot, this knowledge lost to the ambiance of his memories.

She couldn't know how grateful this man was for...everything. His smile turns melancholic with the knowledge of probable imopssibility of another close scenario happening in a short future. His eyes close, seeking to close out the tears that begin to swell in response. The last breakfast...?