Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20160408213713/@comment-25686329-20160606170419

"Every peaceful protest has got a violent one waiting to boil to the surface." He said, still pacing.

Abruptly, his train of thought derailed, and strength largely left him. Exhaustion, maybe. He sank into a new chair, gun dangling loose in his hand.

He really was losing it. What had this guy done to him? He had been mouthing off about him, yeah, but other than that, nothing... People dissing Yankee wasn't anything new.

He looked at him through tired eyes. "I apologize. That was a little abrupt. I'm afraid finals and... other things have drained me, to a point."