Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20171129030741/@comment-13488655-20171231190811

Arthur placed his alarm on a sidetable in the living room, yawning like a bear before using his jacket like a warm blanket. He needed to gather his strength. Cooking and cleaning on low sleep was gonna be a lot of work.

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"Heh. No worries. Name's Pendragon Blackstone. Pen for short. Sorry about the kid. Must be pretty rough. You looked a bit chilly so I got you a homemade blanket I had. Made from a old grizzly I fought in the woods about.... Ten years ago." Pen regallled with a nostalgic smile, rubbing the parts of his body that got a bit battered from Margrit's 'handling'.

"...... Some serious burns.... Poor kid.... Not gonna be easy for him... But I think I can trach him how to adapt."