Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-72.205.23.158-20191126141235/@comment-39323068-20191128211431

Rhys felt a hand on his shoulder and froze. In front of him was Ashlynn. “Rhys—what’s wrong? What happened?” she asked.

Washer, washer, washer, washer, washer.

“It’s nothing,” Rhys said, running his hand through his hair. “I’m fine, I was just... ditching class...”

How could he have manifested as a washer? Why? The thought made him want to vomit. It just doesn’t seem right, he thought, ''to steal someone’s memories. It just reminds me too much of my lost parents.''