Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20161004224141/@comment-4059927-20161007012852

Malcolm's eyes become daggers as he grips the fork with anger, knuckles turning nearly purple as he digs into his food.

C-Money joins their table. "So I heard you fought Malcolm."

"I guess everyone has heard by now." Michael chuckles.

"Must've been really bad." C-Money says, pointedly. "What caused the fight?"