Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180827020837/@comment-33672197-20180903210825

Zach dashed forwards making a leap across the office desk before Azula had a chance to wring him by the throat. "HOW ABOUT YOU FUCKING DON'T, PLEASE." The man screeched from the cover and protection of the metal desk. The night had just begun and Zachary was already losing his mind and inches away from either a beating or death.