Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33863482-20180409170106/@comment-33672197-20180411195431

The man casually strided into the office, taking his time to lean against the desk with his hands planted onto it in a relaxed way. He smiled at the scarecrow, but it wasn't at all pleasant. It was nothing but a lie to hide the burning rage that was behind the false gesture of kindness.

"What exactly do you think you're doing..?" He asked, his eyebrows snaking their way up his forehead. The tone he used was an unnerving bitter one, a perfect match for his flagrant smile. He was speaking all too calmly for what had just taken place.