Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20161031235352/@comment-4059927-20161206235348

"They're a bunch of kids stuck in the fifties." Michael chuckled. Just as that was said Ricky emerged from the inner dwellings of the auto shop. His hair slicked all the way back, wooden toothpick protruding from his left ear, his black leather jacket draped over his very form.