Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170717195426/@comment-13488655-20170719021841

Meanwhile, Margrit's nephew Flint was busy at home cleaning off his gear that he used in the middle of the night. He had once again tossed away any thoughts of sleep to continue his nightlife activities and his eyes were now paying the price. They felt heavy and puffed up. he was going to have to quickly take a small rest and then take some coffee. But before that he went and had another look at his clock.

".... Took six hours this time... I'm getting faster."