Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-5583506-20190331232129

"So when are we heading out?" Shanks asked stuffing his snout with a loaf of bread, not even bothering to put butter on it. "My bitchin' trigger finger's itchin'", he said as he mimicked a pistol.

"You eager to get yourself killed or something?" Evangeline asked. "Why the rush?"

Shanks didn't reply, but helped himself to some more bread. "Your eyes are off, blindy."