Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33209858-20150311040407/@comment-25686329-20150321171630

The Yankee stood and crossed over to Jane, leaving Esmee and the fish girl to speak.

"How is it that you tolerate her?" The Yankee asked, legitimately curious. Granted, he had nothing against Esmee herself, he just doubted that he could survive a life shackled to one such as her. "She sticks and catches like she's made of human hair, super glue, and lint rollers."

Weird analogy, The Yankee thought.