Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20180703235416/@comment-27344811-20180705014627

Spy, one of the men, holds his hand out for the other. "After you."

"No, no." One of Brain Drain's fingers sharpens into a long, thin syringe. "After you."

Spy shinks out the Sharp Dresser. "But it would be rude of me to not let you pass first, eh, roomie?"

Both of them squint at each other, Spy in a grin.