Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140120021140/@comment-1618120-20140128152955

Onyx noticed the turnips being thrown. "I see, we have a 7 year old here?" Onyx taunted. Onyx sighed. "I appreciate trying to feed me, but I like carrots." Onyx stated. Looking to the turnips, he grabs the ones he threw with speed and moves back. "The less work I do, no girls try and bother me, so don't treat this like a prison." Onyx mentioned. He sat down with the turnips in his hand.