Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-31606441-20170408010113

"O-oh.. are t-they nice?" Danastia's shy and very quiet personality rolled back in from the back of her mind, her forehead starting to form beads of sweat. She gripped her small pocket knife and gulped. She was NOT good with new people, especially strangers. It wasn't just the elevator that gave her stomach a weird feeling, but the fact that complete STRANGERS with practically living with her brother.