Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170113162801/@comment-26854056-20170114210154

Quail yawned, running his fingers lazily through his hair. It was only past 6:00 in the morning, but the only sleep he could get was- wait- where the fuck were his bandages.

He fell out of bed with a loud clang, clumsily fumbling around under his bed trying to find the roll of, slightly soiled, linen. Wrapping it around his arms and head as quickly as he can.