Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-4059927-20171217015716

Michael leaned next to Milo. "You better be fucking ready to do this." He whispered before whisking back the curtains and entering behind them. Erick slumped down into a wooden chair, a grimace plastered across his face, the veins were popping up as he started to clench his fists, and his shoulders tightened up. Gregory was silent, he was in deep thought as he quietly strumming his guitar. Michael was doubtful they'd be able to convince the others, whatever confidence Milo had in this plan had failed to connect with Michael. ''​Don't fuck this up, don't fuck this up, DO NOT FUCK THIS UP. ''