Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-25363089-20161202031125

Margrit looked at the door to the meditation/parent's room and turn to her son. "Go check on Flint.". She simply told nickelae as she took over his job of cooking the meat. "Fine.". Nickelae said as he put the pan down and quickly washed his hands. An head towards the door knocking on it. "Yo! Flint you okay in there? Helllooo?". Nickelae said as he slowly open up the door allowing the smell of meat fill the room.

Margrit watched her son from the kitchen in case something happen she didn't like it flint should have came out of the room. An he didn't. She was ready to call the hospitial. Just in case.