Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26273552-20161105143616/@comment-26821421-20161105150406

Bryson was filing paper work in his office. He took a drag from the cigarette in his mouth, taking it out, flicking the ashes off into the floor, and putting it back in his mouth. "Ugh.... Where exactly is this supposed to go again? Here... Yeah, pretty sure it goes here..." He set the file into the cabinet.

Undyne had been on patrol through Waterfall, on high alert as always. She had her gun being held with one hand, by her waist. The other was right next to her baton.