Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170222205200/@comment-5583506-20170228022828

"Welcome to my world", she snickered. "I have to watch over my brothers around the clock. It's not easy being the oldest of the litter."

The young woman spoke with such a strange confidence about her own siblings. Even though judging by appearances there was an a physical impossibility that she was the oldest of them. Perhaps older than the boy in the hoodie, but definitely not older than the large man in the dusty trenchcoat who appeared to be at least twice her age, or the man with the greaser jacket who looked to be around his mid to late twenties.

"So what's your name?" she asked. "You look like a... wait... don't tell me..."

Deaphanie gave off a playful grimace as she put two fingers to her forehead, pretending to read his thoughts rather childlishly. "David? Donald? Duncan?"