Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20190601213005/@comment-27661770-20190603160139

"I got this."

Out comes what... Looks like an angry robot.

This is Little Feet. The large index finger goes ham on suitcases, cutting them once. Formaggio pockets them once small enough.

"There we go. Now, let's MOVE!"

Ysmael nods.

"Right. This is going to sound insane, but I was about to do dishes when the sink burst open. And then, something bit me. Hard."

He removed the temporary cap on his arm, exposing the bite quickly, then replaces it.

"And then that wall burst down. A man summoning ice powers chased me and tried to kill me, he sounded like this..."

And Ysmael mimics an Italian accent. True to Italy...