Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190506172059

"Lost, you say?" Joseph watched Jeiel's group surrounding him. The leaves wither and fade, the expression of his mask...changed. No smile, no frown, no sorrow. It was...black...and white.

"What then?" His voice comes asking for anything to distract from Jeiel's fall. Soft and docile. Rough and coarse.