Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190720092525/@comment-38232361-20190902081143

Sylvia would stop giggling and the smile on Yuki's face would vanish in an instant. The Jorou-gomo's eyes darted around the room nervously, making sure no one was watching.

"She's asleep in her room right now. Please, right this way sir...." she offered to lead him upstairs in an obvious effort to ensure a scene wouldn't be made infront of the guests in the dining area.

Oh this can't be good.... Richard and Sylvia think in unison, leading the half-elf to make an attempt to sneak away from the blast zone, only for him to bump into Sal.

"Where do you think you're going kiddo? And why are you bringing Bree into this Mr. Cohen? The dress was my idea, I volunteered for dealing with him while she rested after a double shift to pay off Drenn....." The Alp spoke calmly, her face still and serious as she took the blame for the tired and overwhelmed single mother.

"And if you recall, he not only jeopardized his own life with that stunt earlier, but also that of his mother and quite possibly the lives of you, me and anyone else associated with him knowing Drenn and his vengeful streak. Besides, I figured making him go through a fraction of what his mother has had to put up with every day just to make ends meet and to provide for his ungrateful little ass would help him be more appreciative for her and think twice before doing anything like what he did this morning....."

She takes a step forward, staring down at the frail old man without moving her head.

"If you want someone to hate or be mad at, don't make it Bree. Blame me....."