Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190901063142/@comment-25808351-20191004023803

Marcus again smirked as Genevieve pushed him back, unfazed by her treatment. Perhaps he was use to similar reactions from his wives or he had his temper in check. Eitherway, he wasn’t above questions.

“What’s this ‘we’ shit, Sir Jorge? You hired me to watch your backend. Not talk fancy to these higher-ups.” Marcus scoffed. Jorge could see it in Marcus’ eyes, the Wardog was putting on a show, playing brutish to possibly gain coin from the situation or set a standard for Jorge’s connections.

“So what, Sir Jorge’s gotta marry some gal?”

Cyndwella does her best to stifle her laughter. The difference between a garbanzo bean and chickpee, is that I don’t PAY 300 pieces FOR A GARBANZO BEAN ON MY FACE!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAH HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA!” Cyndwella topples over laughing.