Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20151115010116/@comment-26383377-20160808201410

"Where're we headed again?" Hank asks, scratching his head with the tip of his barrel. He enjoyed the luxury of having a deathclaw at his service, but he also disliked the feeling of speaking to one. It was like conversing with an animal, and he certainly wasn't used to conversing with animals.