Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190316190006

Prad's hands turned from their crossed gathering. Watching the kin tear at each other in such a sorrowing fashion...

Instead of empathy, his metallic hand reaches his visage, in a way one does under the sunder of  an apathetic laugther.

Instead of empathy, his other hand cros his stomach, holding him in as he voiced a silent laughter of a mocking tone, was he not careful to keep his voice from seeping out from him.

Prad was laughing, in his mind. A sadistic laughter, a sardonic laughter, an indifferent laughter. Was anyone able to see his visage, they witness the lines twisted to shape an evenmore twisted smile.

The smile borne from watching father and son threatning to tear each other apart. The smile borne from the same dissolving their kin's bond in a fit of anger. He enjoyed what he saw happening before the group's eyes.