Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170506191948/@comment-31749612-20170507191844

Whiskey stood up and scratched his head.

Whiskey: "I feel like you don't even need help... Because, I don't see any blood... Or any wounds for that matter." He stares at her for a moment before he turned around to face the room they were in.

He couldn't help but feel guilty because he caused this.

He would look around the room and see...