Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27461238-20151012234458/@comment-11163511-20151019164930

"Ah, dat tin'? 'tis a 'ot 'ames av swiftly graceful lines an' gore. or waaat de macaronies wud call "romanticism" " Bane lifted an eyebrow at the guest to his booth. "Yer nade 'elp wi' dohs chairs, lassie? whoever made yer shenanagans such a load?"

Bonnie was just rearranging some stuff before looking back to find Siloh treating herself to tea. She joined her son at the counter to greet the girl.

"Well, hello there. What can I help you with?" She smiled and lend a hand to shake.

Just then a loud shout startled the whole place: Can somebody just kill me already!

"'ey lassie! Ah've got an offer! since you're so desperate for de end, wha chucker yer want me ter cleave first? meanie (head), meanie (throat), miney (heart) or moe (stomach)? better yet, why not a 'anwritten contract ter go wi' it, for it ter be even more legit?"

Bane rudely replied to the sudden burst of sound, pointing the tip of the pen knife at those little targets he mentioned. "Bane, that was disrespectful of you." Bonnie grabbed her son on the shoulder.