Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140908195201/@comment-5583506-20140908210002

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Rashka was lying in his bunk bed, singing a raunchy song about a promiscuous Argonian maid and a broomstick. However, just as he was about to get to the slippery parts, a guard came along and banged on the cell's bars, urging him to shut up.

As if he had a choice. Rashka always had a choice, but he preferred to keep his feline fangs intact and so decided to keep quiet for the time being.