Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20191115201806/@comment-13488655-20200114043505

The boy however never flinched, only staring at his cousin in the eyes. Was he really growing stronger? Or was he simply just too tired right now to make a dodge. Looking closer at his now bare upper torso, Flint had been into more than just a few battles. The faint marks of small scars from bullet grazes and knife wounds showed just how many fights he was getting into. But this much battle damage over time... How could young Flint be getting into so many armed scrapes.

".... I fail to see how not wanting to spend time with the likes of Luna justifies her attempt at taking my life. I don't mean to sound ungreatful Clov. I would just prefer to not be the victim of Luna's madness."

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"In here? Won't it get burned up?" Arthur asked the old timer after catching the fire dust with one hand, asking him only out of concern for his safety. After all, he came here for help, not to burn this mans home.