Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180429234208/@comment-3293219-20180511202933

Tamannaah murmured, sliding her hands around his waist and gently rubbing it.

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"Which is...?" Sunshine asked, as if prompting her to go on, like she'd forgotten her lines in a play.

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"You should try working under me, there's a lot of frowning and glaring." The Scribe shrugged.

"Long hours do that, I'm afraid."