Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160126170544/@comment-5543592-20160219220659

The Boss was standing outside the bus as Eva followed him, and he'd reached into his duster. He felt around for a moment, before coming out with a packaged cigar. The plastic looked ancient and was torn and faintly yellowed, likely pre-war. He began to break it open, and glanced over as Eva approached. He grunted, reached out, and took her by the arm, pulling her to his position.

"Don't want you to crack your head." He muttered, more to himself than her.