Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190417003707/@comment-5543592-20190420234210

Josey obeyed, getting away from any edges.

In the distance they could see a beachsidd playground. It was old. But patched up. Children swung from swings, sprinted through the sand, slid down the slide.

"Bosu No-Kiba's there." The gangster came to a stop at the edge of the playground. He lifted his chin at a bench across the playground where a strong, cruel looking Japanese man sat on a bench. He lounged and looked to be generally in a good mood. He didn't pay attention to them as they arrived.