Board Thread:Bully Fanon Roleplay/@comment-4059927-20160828132930/@comment-2173402-20160915015801

Jason took a second, eyeing the people around him. Michael, unofficial jock and official pretty boy. Samantha, some art girl and the sister of a cheerleader, and Liza, girlfriend of some prick he didn't know who somehow managed to get him to talk to her appropriately. "Right," he said, channeling the most boredom he possibly could into his voice, before shoving his hands in his pockets and promptly turning on his heel, walking away.

"Still doin' the rhymin' thing, huh?" Jesse asked, rubbing the back of his neck, flexing his muscles. "You can't keep me away from my son," he added, grinning at the flour sack as if it were an actual child.

Standing and picking up his skateboard, Yadriel chuckled, shaking his head. "He's a flour sack," he replied, covering the sack's "ears". "Nothing's gonna happen to him with his papi around!"