Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24080120-20140520093856/@comment-24080120-20140602023512

Blood quietly drinked his coffee and emptied it, while San tried to stop him from redirecting the conversation. Then, Noir started to explain what she does, he sighed and closed his eyes. He seems to have been relaxed by the coffee. Then, he placed it on the table and massaged his forehead, he thought that this group was broken, yet that very fact is the only thing that was keeping them together. Blood wasn't the type to get scared since he was always in danger, during back then and now, due to the bounty shit that someone started.

"Killing eh.... seems like it's always about killing nowadays."

He sighed again and rolled his index finger's tip on the tip of the cup. It seems like he developed a mild distate for the very idea of killing, although torture is another different thing.

"So what's up with the arm?"