Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-2173402-20160823012343/@comment-2173402-20160828015537

Jason shifted uncomfortably, allowing Jackelin to style his hair a bit more neatly. "I feel like a twelve year old," he mumbled, looking around uncomfortably. It was almost as if his confidence had been turned off.

"This isn't safe to set shit on fire in," Gage mumbled, tugging at his vest.

"But at least we don't look like Duncan," Tripp added, snickering.

"Shouldn't we do something about everybody's hair?" Jack asked, setting a hand on her hip.