Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20190104072416/@comment-33528506-20190107161854


 * Freddy looks down at his wounded arm, and only then realizes the severity of it. He looks worried, and looks around* "Well, now... either I'll have to heal before the next hunt, or I'm gonna have to do something about that now..."


 * Charlotte walks into the room, and this time Mike doesn't hold her back* "You alright, Fred?"

"I guess so... could be worse.. heh..." *Freddy replies, spitting something black onto the ground... or, maybe, it was something that was extremely dark red or green... whatever it was, it was as thick as blood*

"At least you're not dead..."

"Yea.."