Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20161129081703

Ah. Long weekends.

When the dread of Friday afternoon classes ends, Raider heaved a sigh of relief. He had no plans of spending the next Saturday, Sunday and Morning cramming study or catching up on sleep.

There were better things to do.

Like hanging out with a certain Master Thief on one of their standard roadtrips.

Wait, did he say standard? Because their trips were far from standard. Wrecking havoc, burning up whatever they could, leaving behind a wake of surreal memories…

He stood outside Sylvi’s door, with a plain black backpack stuffed with spare clothes, a burner phone, matches– and a ton of other necessities. Then, pausing for dramatic effect, he knocked. 