Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20191115201806/@comment-25363089-20191215034912

Once Reynardo had a few drinks in him and the effects of his semblance had worn off on him. He came staggering out of the bar feeling a bit tipsy and cranky now. He staggered about the walk way heading back to his wagon to crash for the night. All while grumbbling incoherantly to himself. "mmehm..Stupid,hunter and his brat..Probably Rosa's great grandkids for all I know..If so..then that $%^$.".

As he got closer to his wagon; He could make out what looked to be eight? No tweleve no good looking hoodlum street punks. Eyeing his home and shop!?! ''OH $%^$ NO! THEY ARE NOT STEALING MY $%^$! ''Reynardo thought to himself as he drunkly ran over to the wagon while screaming in a sluggish like fashion. "Hey!..You brats! $%^# off! Can't you read? The sign says its close. So if you would kindly %^#%% off from my property before I do something I shouldn't.". He yelled angerly at the kids while struggling to stand up right.