Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190720092525/@comment-38232361-20190821173735

"Y-yes, thank you. I-I'll be right back!" The redfaced half-elf takes the menu and rushes to the kitchen while using it to cover the sizable rip in the skirt.

Brianna sees her child running in shame to the kitchen and tries not to laugh out loud with great difficulty. She would honestly be surprised if they ever came back out of that room again.

MEANWHILE

"N-no...... I-I was trying to help, a-an-and h-he was wearing the mask so Drenn wouldn't have known........he-he.......I-I-I......."

Sylvia could hardly breathe, the weight of her actions and their potential consequences crashing down like a tsunami.

''I could have killed him! I could have lost him forever! I.......I'm.......''

She looks down at her trembling hands, almost able to see them caked in blood. His blood. She starts to loudly hyperventilate as she grabs the sides of her head, pulling handfuls of her long silver hair before looking around her frantically, the walls of her prison seeming to be closing in on her.

"I-I need to find Richie! I need to go back! I need to tell him I'm sorry! That I lo-"

She slaps her hands over her mouth to shut herself up and try to pull herself together.