Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150610014148/@comment-11163511-20150611152912

"And here's the guy whose dad got ripped apart by sharks!" announced one of the two newbies who've just opened the door, pointing at himself with his thumbs. The other newbie bonked the former on the elbow. "Rude! Don't interrupt people's conversations!" she shrieked. "Mind your manners!" The angry girl dragged the nosy lad and flung him on the couch, being rather annoyed about what just happened. "Excuse us. And how rude am I! My name's Dobrya Kost. I and horse boy here have been sent by Madam Baba Yaga to join this Dead Epics Society" The wrinkled witch introduced herself."Given the message we're taking time to pay tribute our predessors today, aren't we?"She also wanted to check on the events  "And I brought incense!" said the other kid, holding up an unlit burner. Dobby gave the kid a glare, telling him to introduce himself. "Who, me? I'm Horace Turkmene. And I wasn't lying about what I said earlier, just thought I could join in the chit chat, I guess. That's why we're all here right? To talk about things here and there? I heard you have cookies here? Do you guys have oat cookies? I love oats!" Horace's attention was now far away from the trip the club is about to go on. Dobrya poked him. "We're here to visit the deceased, not to have a feast, boy." "But I like cookies." murmured the horse boy. "And I still have some oat bars, anyone want some?" He pulled out a plastic bag of oat bars out of his bellybag. Dobrya gave out a sigh and almost landed a facepalm.