Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140929032244/@comment-16171938-20150803173607

Regda looked at Amet, his expression as serious as ever.

I guess my last statement hit hard, I guess if I could cheer him up......

Regda had to think over what to say, his usual tone maybe not the best thing for such a conversation. He couldn't think of anything that might make him feel better right off the bat, and after a few moments he'd only come up with a thing or two.

He may have bad social skills, but my one on one definitely must be worse....

"You know, if that book is about my family, I'd be keeping it close too." The faunas started.

"I remember you telling me that you spent time with your family for a few years before they dissappeared, and you've even got a book there on them. I'd say that's quite the blessing; me, I didn't even know my birth parents. The only thing someone told me about them was that a rich looking woman put me up for adoption only leaving me with a card that had my name on it in the basket. The cloest thing I had to family was Don Garrus and the mob but I still wonder who my real parents are, so I can know why I was put up for adoption..."

"Honestly, your situation seems better off than mine. Having books written about genertions before you, memories of playing with cousins and siblings, even a mother's lulaby..."