Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-27396384-20170710051400

Ham & Cheese Omen wrote: ''The Korean blinked his grayish turquoise eyes, turning his head to the Guiding Men. Although he heard Elijah's words loud and clear, he ignored him as he felt that any more naviety he would spread would tick him off. Jeong held his over-sized jacket sleeves as the trio guided him, the Mexican, and later Jeydon into the infirmary for bandaging and restitching. The infirmary itself looked in good shape; there were no blood splatters on the walls, but the patients clearly looked like they were in excruciating pain as hushed moans haunted the area. Hell, there was even a man that had his leg amputated*! A chill creeped along the Korean's spine, ultimately ignoring it as one Guiding Man patted his hand on a bed while the other two escorted Elijah and Jeydon to their respective locations. "Come, come, sit right here." Jeong nodded, propping himself on the mattress. It was surprisingly comfortable as he dragged a feathered pillow up against his chest, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his palms. The Guiding Man carefully unraveled the stained wrappings, causing the small boy to flinch as his elbows clenched the pillow. "Hmm... They seem to be minor burns, now that they've been previously treated." After approximately thirty minutes, Everett, Rafael, and Seishin managed to obtain more than they bargained for. Everett held at least one sack of goods - cheese, bread, fruit, and cooked crow's meat, and a small case of about seventy-six Silver Bullets. The German glanced over to the woman and Brazilian, who were carrying more rations of food in small satchels. He turned his head over to Rafael specifically as they were following a spirit to the inn, noticing that him and the redheaded boy had an almost uncanny chemistry between them. "So, I see zat vou and Jeydon are pretty close." Glenn huffed, adjusting the satchel strap that slung over his shoulder, "Poor boy, he probably can't even shoot vell wizout shooting someone's toe off... But I can see why, honestly." *mmm reference''

''The Latino seemed almost bashful at Glenn's remark, and he drew up his free arm to scratch the back of his neck sheepishly. A red hue had flushed into the boy's face. He laughed nervously before making his response. "Ele é um pouco- I mean," he paused from speaking for a moment, flustered by his spurt of Portuguese. "I do kind of - I-" he struggled. "Let me restart."''

''He set down his two satchels of cheese, bread rolls, apples, and ratty blankets, rubbing his eyes before beginning again. "He's- he's super sweet, honestly. It it's sad, because he doesn't even have memories of his past life like the rest of us. He doesn't have any recollection of the happy things in his life before. Even remembering the bad stuff would be worth it to just remember the good stuff, in my opion," he said. He paused as he realized his bandage around his arm had fallen off, probably from fighting the Hellhounds.''

''"Fuck," he grunted under his breath, barely audible. He was panicking inside. In a hurry to cover the scars on his arm, he wrapped the handle of one of the satchels around his arm. He turned to Glenn as if nothing happened, his face still blushed.''