Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20190901204337/@comment-32932951-20190904034059

"Alright...I'll be on my way then." Versace turns right around and makes his way back to the police station, mumbling under his breath. Hard to tell exactly what he was saying but it went along the lines of "stupid cop trying to act tough".

Once he entered the station, again, Versace went straight to the front desk without hesitation. Reminded him of all the times when Pucci time and time again checked in at the front desk of the prison. Course, he only saw him do it a handful of times but those few times stuck like glue. Armed guards holding machine guns. Metal bars keeping people locked away from the world. What a bunch of depressing nobodys. All of those shitty people had it coming. None of them deserved a happy life like Versace. It's just not fair, after he was dealt a bad hand by fate. Why him? Why did he have to go through all of it? Why him out of the countless number of people in the universe? Why not some other shmuck?!