Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20170116051854/@comment-10337166-20170204234245

Orion, relishing to find somewhere to lay down, picked up his barrel and walked inside, Calling back to Gillian. "Vermont Giada, Schrodinger's Ursa Vale, don't hit on his wife." Strolling into the place, Orion wasn't at all surprised to see the huge amount of trash contained in the industrial sized bags. "Makes sense, I have little trouble thinking that goldilocks wouldn't know which end of the broom to use on the ground."

Walking into the living room, Orion saw one of the couches was occupied. Sighing, he put his barrel down near the next couch and quickly stripped out of his jacket and shirt, leaving him in his pants. Dumping his travel sack next to the barrel he flopped down on the couch and yawned. Realizing he had to clean off SSD he pulled it out along with a cloth and begun rubbing it down, his back facing the girl across from him.