Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26997419-20151221001909/@comment-25908355-20151221204915

Onyx, having knocked over everything in Iolite's closet, including his well-arranged stack of Iolite's worn combat boots, the coats that he arranged based off the colours of the rainbow and the collection of hats, is panicking like all hell right now.

Onyx: P-Please.. please mister.. Please don't hurt me.. please ;~; All I did was try to relive some memories with my best friend.. Please.. ;~; Please don't hurt me.. ;~;

Onyx was tightly hugging one of Iolite's boots to calm himself.