Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-27396384-20170715043234

''Rafael glanced up at Elijah from his hard stare on his crossed arms splayed over his knees. "Jeydon doesn't have anyone to protect him. For all I know and he knows, he could've been a poverty-stricken poor boy because his death or comatose. He wouldn't have anyone to take care of him especially then. Besides ... This .. This is all scary, fighting to get back to our lives or die trying," he blurted out. It sounded like he was saying all of this in one sentence like an overexcited child fondling over their new toy and how cool it was.''

''He uncrossed his arms, returning his brown gaze to them. He studied his scarred arm. "Do I even want to get back to my life?"''