Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-28819748-20160731174511/@comment-27824864-20160801002307

Before they knew it, it was night.

Widow yawned.

Syle also yawned.

Syle: You play really good...

Widow: Thank you, Syle... I should go...

She gets up, but Syle grabs her sleeve

Syle: Do... do you have to go...?

Widow: I... don't have to... I can stay... and we could talk or something.

Syle: Yeah... yeah, I'd like that.... But wouldn't your parents get upset or something if you are out too late?

Widow: ... I... don't have any parents... they died a few years ago... and wouldn't your parents worry about you?

Syle: ... mine died a few months ago...

W: Oh... I'm sorry....

Syle: It's fine... what happened happened.

W:... yeah... you can't stop stuff like this...

The look down..