Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190520181834/@comment-24510587-20190616125927

It was several hours later, after he perceived Harriot to have fallen asleep, when Wilkes let out a sigh and pushed himself out of his chair. Gingerly, he made his way to the other side of the wall and joined her in bed, gently wrapping her in his arms.

"...I'm telling you, Alex, we've got to take some of the shit they've got lying around here with us," Clyde's raspy voice trailed into the cafeteria.

"It's theft, not scavenging," Alexander grumbled in protest.

"Theft shmeft," Clyde spat. "They're offering it to us. No one said we had to return it after we're done."

The duo strolled into the room, and their discussion quickly died down when they realised they weren't alone.

"Oh, we're shooting clay pigeons?" Tim's voice piped up as man in the white mask showed up outside. "I guess I shouldn't have expected to be the only one with that idea."