Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20180227213644/@comment-13488655-20180319040007

"Hmmmm? That quick huh? Well, better get inside before the gators smel it." Pen chuckled as he wheeled himself back inside, giving a light wave to the alligators before heading towards the table, eager to see what Margrit made for dinner.

Flint however was still in his room, surprised that he was so focused that he couldn't hear Margrit's footsteps. It was something he needed to work on. Stiff, he left the roon and began to head over to the table, not wanting Margrit to think that he was trying to skip out of dinner.