Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161027002533/@comment-24123288-20161105212347

(She does this D:)

Harriot sat cross legged, having buried her friend. She was by the fresh mound of earth and was stroking Squanto absent mindedly, lost in thought.

''Shit man...where am I gonna find a tree to plant on you huh? Or...would you like something better than a tree?''

She exhaled heavily and rubbed her sore face, feeling his blood still drying on her cheek.

"I really need some jet or somethin'.."