Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24304510-20150723041920/@comment-24416658-20150803224137

(Really late to his, but whatever)

The doors opened, and a tall, thin man walked through, limping, a Magnemite floating by his head. He wore a workman's jacket and jeans, and had a tool belt on his hip. Limping towards a bench and sitting down, he patted the Magnemite on the head, as it buzzed happily.

"Good job, Ivan," he said, "We almost didn't make it."