Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26821421-20160528223450/@comment-28856385-20160629215344

(Ok, ok. I'm back, and I'll have Michael do... eh? just for the filler until he's prepared. We just gotta wait.)

Michael answered the doorbell. It was the owner of the trailer park.

"Alone again?"

"Yeah."

"Where are they now?"

"Overseas." he lied.

"Oh. Okay. Anybody watching you?"

"Yeah, but she's getting groceries." he lied again.

"Okay. Well do you have the rent money?"

"Yeah."

He hands him the 200$ that he saved up.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, you're... welcome."

They both exhanged waves and byes before Michael closed the door and sat on the floor again.

Watching the walls.

Staring in space.