Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150525061428/@comment-25686329-20150609033226

Tock flicked down his newspaper and darted over, painfully dog-like.

"I heard someone say something about time. Good things, I trust."

He made a mental note about the chick with the platinum white hair. She was good-looking to say the least.

((Sorry for the short post! I justed wanted to stay involved, but I'm pressed for time. A longer one is incoming!))