Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190112030537

Prad remains cloaked, the bare surface of his cheekbones the only piece dismaying him as some assortmemt of living cloth. His voice is placid, calm "Well...I had a piece of quiet. Of humble mundane. One spent in company. A gem I've spent for this precious time. It was...worth it. I guess you could call it a pleasent time. I felt...happy. And I'm grateful to you for that".