Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170712174856

"... I'm fine. Just a little startled."

Elijah sighed, pursing his lips as he continued to look at the stranger in a slight suspicion.

"I just don't know about this. The first thing I remember is cleaning a wall and then I wind up in some sci-fi level fuckery hunting three-headed dogs with a bunch of ghosts. And hell. I don't know if I'm just unconscious or dead. Hopefully, this is all just some drunk dream I'm having at two am passed out in some nightclub storage cupboard or something..."

He shrugged, sighing as he leant onto the wall, somehow able to tear away his gaze from the stranger back to Raf, a shit-eating grin stretching on his normally stony face. The type of look an older brother might use to annoy a little sibling.

"Well... I shouldn't be bothering you with an existential crisis. Your boyfriend was looking for you earlier. You should probably talk to him before he has an aneurysm~"