Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170113162801/@comment-26854056-20170118183407

Finch giggled as her brother slammed his head on the table for the fiftieth time. She casually sauntered towards his desk and ruffled his hair, trying to peer at the small collection of scrapped paper and notebooks that littered the termite infested table.

"What'cha doing Quinn-Quinn?"

Quail pried his face off the table, raising his eyebrow as he slumped onto the desk. Sighing with a confused frown on his face.

"Just more plans for the escape... Thing is, I have no idea how to kill the receptionist in time.."

Finch tilted her head, collapsing on the bunk bed that was only a few yards away from the desk. She rolled onto her back, flashing a Cheshire grin and a sly wink at Quail. "Honestly, you're really overthinking this. Why don't we go outside and mess around like we used to in Bradbury hm? I heard they replaced those doctors you interrogated with interns out of all people. Why don't we go and have some fun? Besides, why the receptionist? She looks like a pepperoni pizza had a threesome with Chanel  no.5 and dissapointment" Her smirk rose, "Don't tell me you've got the hots for her you fucking pervert"

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