Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20180824062111/@comment-4059927-20181021232655

Gregory slumped off the bike and fell onto the dirt path. He was coughing and wheezing, drool running down his lips. The mixture of his asthma and Gregory’s ardent smoking affliction playing a role in why he couldn’t breathe. Finally he wiped the drool with the sleeve of his flannel and lied flat on his back so he could calm down.

“Contact?” Gregory finally asked.