Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5726563-20130922144658/@comment-11588669-20130924030154

Nox yawned, and blearely opened his eyes. Looking around, he realized he must have fallen asleep. On a medcenter chair. Not the most comfortable of places, his back can attest to that.

A slight pain twinged in his arm, and Nox looked down to see a bandage on his arm. He did say if they needed anything, ask. And they needed blood. Tianee'd lost too much blood, and Nox's type was O. Odd, if you asked him. Almost ironic, even.

Stretching, he heard someone talking. A voice he had come to know as a friend, and another of an aqaintence. He sighed, and stood up. If they wanted to talk to him, they would. After what happened, he wouldn't blame Tianee for beating the ever-loving shit out of him. That's what he'd do.

Shaking his head, the merc walked over to the fridge. They apparently had one in each room, go figure. He sighed once more, and began rummaging for food.