Board Thread:Roleplay Center!/@comment-30898714-20161006224900/@comment-28511184-20161007233013

Peyton stared at the directions with a struggle and slipped his reading glasses on and began building his tent. "This over here. Him to her. She goes over there. They connect...." Pairing pronouns was his way of thinking. Only he could understand what the hell he was talking about and-click. The blue tent stood a bit taller than him and a bit wider than his truck.