Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170127182024/@comment-26854056-20170211101516

"I'm fine with anythin' but Mr.Clucks wants to listen to Treasure Island!''

The little girl chirped sleepily, already snuggling up to Rin.

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Quail walked away from reception, carrying a spare pillow and a thin blanket whilst deep in thought.

The entire mystery towards this place just hurt his head to no end. He already spoke to Rin, Maxwell, and Augustus about their recovered memories, but he needed his own to complete the testimony.

What happened, that was so bad? Why did it create an entire fucking mindblock for him?

Or...

He accidentally bumped into a stranger, interrupting his train of thought. He was wearing an oversized black hoodie, that covered his face but the indigo hair that was in a messy bed-head practically glew in the dark. Scars and burn marks were littered across his face and hands but Quail took no notice.

''O-oh, sorry sir"

The stranger remained stoic, before glancing at Quail. A deranged look on his face as the teal haired boy left.