Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-28358106-20200330024904

Once the giggling group is gone and the door shut, Dorian turns and, looking the room over, his eyes fall on a platter of fruit on the bar top. Walking over, he picks up an orange, judges it for a moment, and strides back to his chair.

Heavily, he sits back down and, apropos of nothing, begins peeling the fruit. Without looking up, he gestures to the seat opposite.

"Come on, then."