Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-31129923-20181119100210/@comment-4059927-20190124112233

“Your father’s the visionary this town needs.” Malcolm stated, giving Michael a confused glance. How could he not consider his dad’s efforts to make this area better? “Anyways, I need to get back to the booth!”

After Malcolm returned to the small crowd gathered around his booth Michael looked over at Emily. He knew her, well of her. She was thrusted into a circle she didn’t quite fit in with and forced to cope. That much he could tell from his own experience.

“How do you deal with those assholes?” Michael asked her, not really caring if it came off as sleazy or judgmental. “Like I get that I’m bad but at least I’m not fingering my cousin like those web-toed weirdos.”