Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170713094459

Elijah rolled his eyes, somehow laughing genuinely as he roughly tousled Rafeal's hair.

"Whatever kid. But as long as I'm here, you're not allowed to date till thirty-five. Speaking of which..." He stuck out his tounge, starting to speak in an overdramatic tone "What do you need. Flowers? Chocolate? Who will win in this game of fucking passion."

He cut himself off, probably to aviod from getting smacked in the face with his satchel again, Trying to stifle meschevious snickers by covering his mouth with his hand.