Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170608035530/@comment-13488655-20170611074148

"... Well, we're definitely practicing the guitar." Flint replied to Margrit truthfully as his eyes kept shifting between her and Alyssa while his top was still wet. In his mind, his cousin had officially lost her mind. Still, he was being held at 'gunpoint' so he had to get the message across to Margrit.

"It's, quite peacefull, like our trip together when you took me to the airport to leave to Atlas."

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"Wait... You can't remember how to handle a gun?" Arthur asked Nickelae as he walked back over to him, using his hands to help position the boy correctly.

"Aim like this, keep a firm grip and make sure you adjust your aim when it recoils."