Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160327210255/@comment-13488655-20160616191459

"I'm not gonna get drunk on the job." Arthur began as he put the cheeper bottles of alcohol in his pockets, turning around towards the dead thugs before tearing off parts of their uniform and grabbing  any red dust bullets they could find.

"Ever made a molotov?"

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Osiris kept an cold eye on Nickelae, keeping her blade trained on his neck. Lorette was right. They couldn't exactly trust Nickelae whatsoever. She then took ou her scroll with one hand and typed a small text to Lorette, keeping the screen out of Nickelae's view.

I meant more like, bugging him.