Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216172248/@comment-26104528-20160312003217

"Well, I dunno 'bout you kids, but I could use some lunch right about now." Forrest got out his scroll to check himself out. While he was there, he had recieved a text from Colby reading:

"A little birdy told me the new kids are short on dough. Why don't you get'em something nice?" Colby had also transfered 20 lien over to the Jaguar's account.

"So, I guess I'm supposed to split this 20 among the lot of youse, want anything?" the Jaguar asked, thinking about places nearby that had cheap lunch specials besides fast food's Animal 57.

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"Huh. If you could forward us a list of any medical concerns re: your pals, that'd be swell." Colby asked the sea-lion from the back of the security room. Hopefully, this wouldn't lead to her getting reckless orgenerating liability on the field. Either way, they'd need all the information they could get to figure out insurance.

"Ok, you've made your point."


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"That was in bad taste." Stahlfritz facepalmed at his own bad pun before fishing out a package of Viton from his belt. "Pain or not, patch yourself so you don't bleed on the product. I think that's technically a biohazard right there."

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"welp, time to get grub." Coral said to herself as she waved to the afternoon valet and was on her way to the bus stop.

"see you around, Bram!" she called to the Rhino. At the same time, Sylvia from the psychiatry department was coming down to go get food as well. The slightly puffy possum faunus twirled her keys while whistling a tune to herself.

"Oh, Bramley! A little birdie told me there was something on your chest, you wanna talk about over a hot dog or anything?"