Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-2173402-20160210013219/@comment-5385060-20160308022654

The lawnmower came to a complete stop. He proved his "booze" was just soda. Lied that he was told to mow the lawn for detention, and casually walked away. There was nothing they could do. He looked pretty pleased with himself the whole way back to the. Returned the staple gun back to its rightful owner.

Milo borrowed a pen and some paper, and wrote down Clint's number. His last stop was to Rock's dorm. He held out the paper between two fingers. "Here. We get all sorts of crap, that might be worth a couple of bucks to right buyer. If you get any requests for stuff you don't have, give me a call. Ask for Milo." He shrugged. "Who knows, we might have it."