Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26874253-20160623232224/@comment-26874253-20160717081834

Fay rose her hands in a surrendering fashion at the look that she was given before making the motion of a zipper accross her lips. "Je promis, I will not tell a soul." She set her hands back down in her lap, more concnerned now about Marissa's problems than her mother-daughter debate over her hair colour. "I am sorry to hear about that, though. It is not fair for him to have treated you in such a way over your decision."