Board Thread:Private Roleplaying/@comment-26062370-20160125011856/@comment-26062370-20160125045613

"What're you looking at me for?" Shrugged the 'artistic genius'. He took a set of pencils and a sketchbook from a burlap sack of his, and began to doodle.

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"Good morning, Rose.." Shakespeare shifted. He blushed, worried about what she would think of him listening to her.