Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26337886-20161227113103/@comment-30700719-20170204025319

(I don't know why, but the last comment I made is completely in Italic. Just ignore it.)

"No problem. I just expect if we ever cross paths again, and I'm in a pickle, you'll help me out. And you can expect me to help you out. That's part of friendship. Anyway, I think I'm getting a little tired of this little town. Just tell ICARUS to call me, and it'll come through." The waiter arrives with my apple cider. I thank her and take a gulp. The warm, rich flavour makes me feel good, but leaves me unsatified, like I need more. I try my best to understand the mamono concept of lust using the apple cider as a guide. I barely grasp the concept.