Board Thread:Private Roleplaying/@comment-26062370-20160125011856/@comment-26062370-20160201032138

Saul crossed his arms, pushed up his glasses, snapped his suspenders, and elegantly made his scarf flutter in the air with a wave of his hand (if only for half of a second).

"Why should I go?"

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"Oh. Alright, then.."

Shakespeare looks at Ophelia, and back at Rose.

"Well, Miss Wolfe, how did you sleep?"