Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170801185328/@comment-26854056-20170803221023

Elijah walked out of the changing rooms, his hair slightly wet from his brief dip in the sauna.

Quickly pulling his jacket back on, he caught sight of Jeong, quickly walking back towards him. Finally noticing the slightly pained look on his face, he felt his lips tug into a concerned frown, his eyebrows knitting in worry.

"Jeo... Are you okay?"

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As her underlying continued to talk, Finch seemed to re-compose herself underneath her guiding-man mask. Carrying herself with a familiar regality and poise that was expected of the former heir to a multi-million euro crime syndicate.

After the last few sniffles, she looked at the man gratefully in the eye as she spoke French-accented English with a powerful authourity despite the incredible age difference between the two.

Even though she carried herself with an air of power, it didn't stop her from rambling, just as a normal eighteen year old should. She died far too young.

"...How long has it been. Ten, fifteen years? Mon dieu. Duck must be around twenty by now- Are Sparrow and Robin still bickering with each other? Did Quail finally get rid of that ugly blue haircut? My dear Aunt still a drunk? Or did that sad, sad man Maxwell finally wean her off of it?! Are there any more new additions to the famil-"

The spirit continued to ramble, her despair quickly giving way to excitement as she grinned underneath her cloak, seemingly relieved that after decades of staying put in limbo, new news and gossip that applied to her family finally reached her.