Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170801185328/@comment-28412230-20170804232348

''Once the sleeve of his shirt had been rolled up, his brows knitted once he glanced over to his mottled, bruised pale skin. To help himself not receive four seizures and a heart attack just by thinking about the attack and the beatings, he closed his eyes.''

"...Okay."

''"Nothin' beats a drunken woman, I guess." ''

''The German smirked in amusement, tapping his fingers against the metal armrest of the bench before a duo of Guiding Men approached the fire pit. The much smaller one boisterously waved at the two, while the taller one rekindled the flames as warmth was immediately felt from such a distance from it.''

"Honestly, though, I wouldn't be surprised if they'll be on board with that. They're certainly more interested in my mafia stories than any other young boy could be, and I even taught Natasha self-defense!"