Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20161224025214/@comment-4059927-20161224194630

Craig shook his head, he just wanted to spar.

Malcolm was tending to his bloodied nose, applying tissues to stop the profuse expenditure of blood from clotting his nose.

"He got really mad." Michael said, albeit respectively as he did not wish to tarnish Malcolm's effort.

Craig crawled down the pipe ladder into the hole. It was quiet, the sound of pipes rustling was all that could be heard from within the hole.