Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216172248/@comment-26104528-20160303225126

"The suits you have? Notice how the fit's a little off? Feels awkward right?. That's exactly the point. You want the real suit, you gotta earn it." Linden explained as he smiled. This brought back memories of when his college days, joining Psi Rho alpha and spending a week as the designated beer runner among many other things his fraternity brother made everyone swear secrecy to. And at the end of that long sleep and food deprived week, that feeling when his new brothers showered him with beer and he and the other freshmen were surrounded by the dames from Omicron Kappa Omicron across the way, was the best feeling he had ever had.

"You can't make steel without putting it through the fire." he said while holding up his scroll and running a scan on Smog.

shoulder width...waist width...torso height...

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"It says its for the FNG right? and you're the FNG right?" Haider rhetorically asked. In his pocket, his scroll went off with a reply from his confederate.

"Lemme shower up, be out real soon"