Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27356783-20190917015248/@comment-26892768-20190920152306

"Hello." Parasoul greets the angel after a moment, with Umbrella waving...but not before sparing a glance at her umbrella, which quickly assumes its normal appearance and starts trying to whistle innocently. It's failing.

And the girl finds that the conversation holders are, in fact, the lanky robot lad and the currently-annoyed mafia assassin.

Ottomo is still trying to apologize, but stops when a large blade flips out from under Black Dahlia's grenade launcher and is promptly raised to his chest.

"Stop apologizing. Honestly, it's making me consider listen to one of Tom's drunken rants...obviously, I'm not going to do that, but the fact that you're even making me consider that as an alternative says something." Black Dahlia remarks.