Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161118225709/@comment-24123288-20161230230811

(Don't forget Red now :p)

Harriot sat down in the shirts, one hand in her pocket as she reached out and patted Squanto with the other. She sighed quietly and peered at the Jet.

"This feeling like shit is pretty...shit, boy." She mumbled, absent mindedly. "D'you think I should take this? Hop back down a hole that took going to prison to climb out of?"