Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20190209153150/@comment-27661770-20190219132407

Ysmael begins to use the braincells between his ears, and grabs at where the knife is clanking.

"Invisible pirhanas, I suppose... get... off... of... me!"

He threw whatever was biting him at the other end of the room, containing nothing special but the place the Twins would often sit.