Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27115455-20160808062047/@comment-26890640-20160829134754

Minton absolutely had to laugh along with the infectious patchwork girl. She smiled as the small plush hopped onto the floor, following Angie's instructions.

"Haha, well I don't think he's a toy, now. He's either decorative or a doorstop, I haven't quite determined, yet."

Minton pushed a pile of clothes over, to reveal a dozing mahogany tortoise. She pulled over the shirt he was laying on, and him along with it. He stirred a little to grumble at the disturbance but put up no other resistance. Minton, finally pulling him out from under the bed, lifted him up to show her roommate, despite the unwieldy looking size and weight of the tortoise. His rich wooden finish was marred by the dried glue, cotton wool and sequins haphazardly covering his shell.

"Here he is! He doesn't really move much but he's definitely alive! Say hi!" The tortoise half heartedly made a noise.