Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-7262318-20170407043351

When she broke away, it seemed to have brought Duncan back down to earth. It was then that all these second thoughts and doubts began to appear in his head again. Death itself, or some loon pretending to be it. And here he was, going along with and making out with her. He raised no questions about it, no concerns, nothing. And he was kissing death or insanity.

Now, he wasn't freaked out by her per se. These things in the wastelands were common. Hell, just this week, he had fought with the God-Person Hades, and discovered a lost tribe of Tiger-Vikings, The Issakwa People, and this midieval society. So death or a person pretending to be really wasn't a bother to him.

Perhaps the bother was the fact that he was willingly kissing her. He had seen many insane things and oddities down in the wastelands, but never had he gotten so intimate with those oddities. So many thoughts were now circling his slighty drunken mind...

"You... you kissed me?" she said.

"I... I did," He replied. "I... uh..."