Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28856385-20170219050753/@comment-26821421-20170222215923

Bryson sighed, closing his phone and stuffing it in his pocket. He closed the door, although not locking it, in case Dakota didn't have the key to the house. He returned to the kitchen, and flipping the steaks once again, though he knew it was a hopeless endeavor to get them done.

"... God damn idiots, have to do this shit today of all days..."

He made sure his voice was low enough that Sean would never be able to hear, unless he were, like, right beside Bryson.