Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191029114843/@comment-25828117-20191031122159

"He hates me." Lysilde pointed out.

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Kashya knew this to be true. A moment ago they had slaughterfish together. He did that trick with the little bones, pretending it to be a moustache by balancing it between his whiskers and pulling a face. He'd be caught dead doing that anywhere outside of the privacy of his own home. He did have a level of respectability to maintain.

But he'd do anything to make Kashya smile. And she had smiled. She remembered giggling. In fact she could remember her entire life with father. He had always been there for her.

"Did I startle you?" He asked, looking concerned now.