Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26084401-20150605062735/@comment-26208189-20150607024548

"Right here!" She ended her sentence. She pht down the phone and hissed at Vadim, "it's Momma." She tossed the phone at Vadim and continued to glare angrily at the image of Minuette Dancer. "Love ain't real," Yvonne muttered to herself, "It's just a story Momma told me." THen again, YVonne was a story herself, and she was real.