Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170213235458/@comment-26854056-20170215005122

Quail sat in the room, finishing packing up both his and Rin's bags. He still felt pretty shitty about what he did, and the guilt was bothering him to no end. He sighed, realising that he'd needed to say sorry.

Wheeling himself outside of the room, Cottonball had to stretch up to even catch the side of the note that Rin left. He frowned, looking at the clock. It was around 9 pm. Pretty dangerous, especially when regarding women in the more... Shady part of town.

He placed the note on his lap, and frowned before he left. Trying to explore every wheelchair accessible place available.

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Alice sat down next to the stranger, the bright orange sari that she was wearing starting to tangle around her legs. The soft aroma of spices wafted off of her, settling a calming tone around the two. She glanced at the female, slightly shocked to see that she was crying under the hoodie that she was wearing. Reaching out her hand, she rested it on the young girl's shoulder, her thick french accent only intensifying her concern.

"Salut, 'jolie' fille? Are you alright there dear?"