Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170113162801/@comment-26854056-20170125170902

aa back

Also, I'll just make the setting of this in september. So that when we manage to get out of the asylum, we have Halloween and Christmas to roleplay on?

Also, headcanon that Quail always squints cause he needs glasses

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Quail threw on his small wool sweater, the lint and loose strings of wool gripping onto his worn jeans. It was rather chilly outside, the cold autumn winds scooping the amber leaves into their arms like a mother would a child, hushing them as freckles of sleet started to trickle down. The courtyard was strangely comforting, a hot cup of coffee and a book would definitely complete the scene.

But, the sight fell on unappreciating eyes as Quail sat down on the rusted garden bench. His mind still swimming with thoughts of Finch's death. He buried his head into his thick scarf. Letting his mind stew for a few hours.