Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20180107044826/@comment-13488655-20180120041343

".... But, both your son and Flint are inside. Wouldn't it be better if a confrontation was avoided? At least for his first meal back home?" Mingan asked almost sheepishly as she got out of the car. Interacting with others wasn't her best qualities clearly. She was raised to be a soldier. Someone to fight and kill. Not someone who'd know how to resolve complicated social issues.