Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27803452-20170416142824/@comment-30745109-20170417224337

His stomach growled as he foreced himself up, his large body almost wanting him to sleep again. Scar padded suddenly tirelessly to the prey-pile, moaning a bit as his legs ached from pacing a bit too much. He pulled a chicken leg from the pile, purposely avoiding making eye contact with Hatter.'' He's fine with Oswald. It's not like I mind knowing that he doesn't like me as much as I do. ''He thought, as he dragged the chicken leg to the corner and bit at the scarce meat. He ignored Hatter, but it was almost impossible. He gazed up at him, looking a bit tense, yet worried.