Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-10715654-20130716120044/@comment-26414442-20130721110157

"Band practice? That's cool. If you don't mind me asking, what instrument?" Faustus asked Stannum. "I used to piano piano! I mean, I sort of could play it. I wasn't at all good at it..." He decided to finish the rest of his sausage roll to prevent him from rambling too much.

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"Awesome. Especially the food. Nom," Hunter swallowed his current mouthful, then felt something wet, cold and sticky on his neck. He reached a hand... was this a squished grape? "Huh?" he uttered, turning around, trying to find however was brave or kickass enough to throw a grape at him. Maybe he should give him a brofist.

He scanned the world, looking for any suspicious activity. There was a tipped grape bowl, something white covering something green, probably some jello. Hunter frowned.