Board Thread:Private Roleplaying/@comment-25588272-20150930011640/@comment-25876934-20151008005740

((I thought so... hm.))

P. Rose steps out and heads towards Stage Fazbear. "What happened to you, Krazy? You sound like someone messed with your circuits," she teases, calling out from the hallway.

Rose grins as she oens the wallet. Inside are lockpicking tools of every variety, and some that aren't. "I haven't gotten to use you in quite a while," she mutters pleasedly. With a deft movement, she picks out a tool and starts to gently insert it.