Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180224042252/@comment-33963909-20180224153301

(What time is it now?)

Tern, slowly sat down on his chair and sighed. He dropped his charango on the table, and took a sip of his Mate. Of course, the mate was empty and the sip was just a pre-programmed sound, but still, it was a pretty relaxing habit of his. He wonders if he can really trust the bunnies. I mean, they helped him and all, but things here are not what they seem. Just look at what happened with Jake. After a while of thinking, he just closed his eyes. Let tomorrow's Tern handle things, tonight's Tern was too tired.