Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20180714100626/@comment-4681758-20190115230105

“Your funeral.”, Rose joked as she playfully punched Wolfe on the arm and went to grab her wife.

“...Huh.”, Ciarán said to himself as Jetta walked out. It hadn’t registered with him the first time, but maybe there was more to her than even the potential he saw.

(Think we’re about done here. Wanna go even further ahead, maybe 2 or 3 more years?)