Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27115455-20171007070505

Charlie swiftly walked over to the side of the field at the call of Coach Gingerbreadman. Red in the face, he sat down on the bench and watched intently at the ongoing gaming, knowing he'd be right back in before he knew it. He was a star player after all. Still staring at the players on the field, in a similar way the coach was, Charlie raised his fingers and said, "Could I get a drink over here?" His lack of breath from the collision that just figured out in field almost sounded like a laugh as he spoke. He silently judged the plays and players, with a smug look on his face.  