Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-5583506-20190327215537

Shanks flinched as soon as he recognised that hoarse braying that always reminded him of a brahmin dying. He looked around the room and his gaze stuck to the man whose face looked like a piece of melted pizza cheese and a ridiculously fabulous hat. Hancock? It was fucking Hancock.

A cruel, snarling grin ripped from cheekbone from cheekbone on the dogfaced assassin, as he rose up from his seat and discreetly crept back up behind the Ghoul, slapping him at the back of his neck with a chuckle.