Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170616015553/@comment-4059927-20170622235432

"Hey, you guys alright?" A voice from behind them spoke up. Gregory froze, his back tightened. In New Coventry one was not often approached by others unless it was to be enthralled into a conventional fight. He turned to see long, messy black hair, a grey undershirt, and torn cargo pants, as well as the thoughtful blue eyes, and pale face that accompanied them. It was David Dictor.

"Yeah, we're good." Gregory replied, sighing. David was probably the nicest street kid anyone could ever encounter. Smart, friendly, approachable. If it were anyone else they probably would've gotten their asses stomped. "Just a run in with the inbred club."