Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20190716195156/@comment-33528506-20190729174909

The man sets down the letter, and something catches his eye. It's a small piece of paper with coordinates on it. He stares at it curiously, before picking it up. He then takes his phone out of his pocket, and inputs the coordinates...

Dammit... I'll have to catch a plane.... He thinks to himself, brushing back his brown hair. He sighs, and sets down the paper. I can't... No... I can't go... He thought, placing his hands on the table in front of him, ''what if Miranda comes home while I'm gone? She'll worry...''

He looks at the clock, watching the second hand tick by. God dammit, Charles, think! He pounds one hand ont the table, making it shake. A small vase nearly tip over with the force.

He looks back down at the paper, and nods, solemnly. "Fine... I'll go.." He says, picking his phone up off the table.

"Hey, Mew," he begins to type, "I'll be gone for a few days... Or maybe even weeks... It's something urgent." He stops typing for a second, thinking, "don't worry too much about me, okay? I'll be alright.." He then sends the text, before putting the phone back down.