Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-5385060-20171022051100

Milo walked into the auditorium in his usual swagger. He slipped off his raincoat, and left it on the back of a chair near the door. He stopped, leaned over the back of the chair where Michael was sat. "Josh ain't coming today. He feels like shit, and it's probably best he sleeps it off." Becky followed not long after, she had elected not to wear Jo's clothes after all. Lucky for her, she had left a pair of sweatpants and a black vest in her locker. Her shoes were flip-flops, but she would have to make do. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to detangle various knots. "Josh isn't well?" said Becky, overhearing what Milo had said. "I'll do his part. As long as I get a music sheet, I don't need much practise."