Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-30014014-20190626023148

"..." Neither sides of the jester speaks. They see it blur, they feel no more. Only a placid stare to wherever it came from. Only...impatience form the harsh variant, his hands bursting thorns from within, waiting for whoever trying to imprint an impression to 'get it on' over stalling.