Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20170520205808/@comment-27714417-20170521021842

" Old bastard," Amber muttered under her breath before strolling into the cafeteria. She pounced onto a seat, waiting for the fucking chefs to actually make something edible.

Striker grabbed the strips of bacon, dropping them onto the food-serving counters, a few dropping off.