Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20171129030741/@comment-13488655-20171206194919

Arthur just smiled and laughed, happy that the girl was feeling good enough to display her charming sense of humor. That meant that the night was a huge hit for the girl. With a small sigh and yawn, he decided to walk back to his motel, waving lightly to the reptiles hiding in the water as he passed by.

Inside the house however, Flint wasn't home. The backpack he always had around him was empty except for thhe knife that stabbed him, kept in a small sidepocket. A trophy from 'the battlefield' in a way.