Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-25808351-20191219225548

@Everyone: “Prad? Yes, why?” Roda looks confused.

“Ah nah nah, hold up there Lance. Don’t change the subject. Did I hear you say, that you’re struggling with basic farm work? That it’s tough for you to get up at the ass crack of dawn?” Marcus looks at Lance with dumbfounded expression. “Well I can tell you ARE indeed a city boy. Only city boys have trouble with work most framers kids master by the time they reach 10. How pampered you must’ve been growin up.”

At first glance this could be seen as Marcus being mean and antagonistic like Cyndwella.

“Ugh, you kids today. Can’t tell you how many young bucks I come across that don’t even know how to cook stew over an open flame, let alone hunt. Back when I was a kid, my adoptive da used to have me up even before the roosters. He would teach me to hunt, track fight and survive. And once it got home I studied whatever book he tossed in my lap. I’m almost tempted to start doing the same to you. Toughen you up a bit....” He scoffs.

“Now, now, now, Schmoopy. Maybe you should tell Lance bout the time you woke up naked in tree in Lunalight completely hungover one morning, with scratches all over your ass and mud smeared all over the rest of ya....” Cyndwella retorts. Marcus turning red all the while.

“Don’t be bashin city boys after some of the dumb shit you’ve pulled. Even if they do seem a little wet behind the ears.”