Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-25924729-20160320005125

"Heh." Vale barked a harsh laugh, before hopping off the table, sliding off the restrictive blanket and stretching luxuriously. "I've been sick for thirteen years now, another couple of hours won't kill anyone." she replied confidently.

She reattached her arm and prepared to follow Nacoma, only to be smothered again by Laura with the blanket. "Vale! ugh... at lea- gah! least... put your... clothes on first!" she grunted, trying to wrestle her into modesty.

"Get off me! What's the point? They're making us change outfits anyway." she retorted, punching back through the fabric. The pair wrestled and argued as they left the infirmary, and continued throught the hallways, all the way to the dressing rooms.