Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-39865086-20190712203820/@comment-39317174-20190906005010

"Rooooooo!" Keefe grouned, (gah!!) colapsing on his bed. He was bored and didnt know what to do. "Can we go to Foster's yet??" He wanted to talk to someone, hopefully a certian brown eyed elf. He had been stuck here on Doctor Daddy's orders, reading otherwise known as doodling in one of his dad's empathy books. He finally took at hhis imparter and said "Sophie Foster." into his imparter and waited.

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