Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140704200300/@comment-24296957-20140720151355

Complying with what he stated before, Jiat compacted SWAG and slung the rifle over his back. Irving might've been trying to cut the tension, but there was none.

Brushing aside the hair in his face, the boy rolled his shoulders. Walking towards the truck, he didn't bother to look back. Not that he had any beef with Irving - Jiat just met the guy. But they had stated there was going to be no leader. And it seemed like Irving was asserting himself to that position.

Jiat waved his hand.

"It's just business."