Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140617212149/@comment-3293219-20140619202228

"Yeah, we need to fix that..." Set whispered, opening his eye.

"We'll get that shirt off you eventually..." He chuckled, giving her hand a slight squeeze as he pressed it against one of the scars on his stomach.

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Xervish stood waiting for the sample, tempted to turn back to his normal self.