Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20171009101214/@comment-29194274-20171011004510

Paul spits out a cigarette. He mutters something about not swallowing it and how he's thankful, but it's inaudible.

"ow. . ." Patryck had been standing in front, and thus took most of the force of them crashing through.

Future Tom has a crack in his visor thing. "Damnit."