Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25113070-20160306112250/@comment-5426290-20160320173542

Clair sighed, letting them freely hang again, her natural shapes making it that she would not have needed a bra if she could choose. Grabbing the kettle she pulled on it, then a dreadful realization came upon her. "W-what deplorable line of vampire is that man that I can't do this with my pinky?!" From that point on as Dunnel had said she grabbed the handle and began dragging the kettle to the exit of the barn after closing the tube that supplied water.

Percival grimaced, tightening his hold on the knife he had and whinced at seeing the bear. He took a deep breath and then 'without yelling' pounced at the bear running the knife directly into the rib. Percival realized this, as his eyes went wide with the knife getting stuck in the beast's rib. (O-O)

The muscled Ogre-sized man hummed. "You're not jealous, are you Ana? No need for that, just show the prestine doll how good you are at cookin." He seemed compassionate in his words, but through his words one could probably read his impatience at being promised food.