Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181218123631

Did Prad blush at his words? None could hope to know with the shroud covering everything shy of his eyes. He certainly didn’t act like someone flustered but maybe this was an act.

Regardless, he shrugs “Well at the least, it puts a bit of life around here, distracts from the actual injuries. And heaven knows a patient could use precious time not reminded by their nerves that this or that is broken or that rash is still acting”

He looks at the closed door “Besides, he’s not wrong on the pretty part—-

Prad stops, seeing himself speaks before his mind can catch up. Realizing what he just say, he ships himself up, hoping that slip up wasn’t heard. Considering his current luck, it probably did.