Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-30014014-20190614144933

The dark shrugs off in understanding, the rise and fall of his shoulders as mundane as the air present. His mask has no expression on it, his thoughts, reserved for the two halves as of the impending disaster coming under the refusal of learning "Sure...whatever..."

A glimmer briefly sprinkles in dark purple atop the shoulders, sliding down to his feet.