Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-27147599-20161223234921/@comment-27147599-20161224171633

Mia paused seeing mistletoe. "Oh no". She stepped back and held the frosting. "I can't give you the frosting now".

Angelo folded his arms. "My mother died from cancer when I was 8 years old". He spoke. "I stopped caring from that day, but now I'm actually starting to care again, if you just opened up to me then we wouldn't have this bridge between us".