User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-24422626-20151207062716


 * Glaive looks down slightly, then turns away from the scene as well. He sits by his forgotten cloak, peeks at the Goldfin painting wrapped inside, and lifts his communicator.*

[click]

"Kick? ...Yeah, fine. Just... I just want to say I love you guys. ...No, it's okay, I'm just at work. ...Alright, thanks. Tell them for me."

* Glaive wipes his face resignedly and stares at the ground between his hooves.*