Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27147599-20181124220120/@comment-34052734-20181125192238

“How is the wine?” Casimir mouth curled into a grin. He settled himself onto a seat across from the man, crossing his ankles. The male enjoyed sparking conversations between others, but was mostly shooed away for how bland his speech was.

“Money, a job, a place to live, food, water...” Ezekiel listed tiredly. “You know, you are going to be caught one day. Thievery will get the best of you.”