Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-28914210-20170205134858/@comment-31078435-20170312012250

"Um... mental illnesses are rarely genetic. Actua-" Sage starts to say, and Seth slap his hand over her mouth. "Shut. It." Seth mumbles at her. Sage squirms away, and glares at him. Seth laughs, rolls his eyes, and looks for a nice murder weapon... and an incinerator... and an easy way to go in the van for a clean change of clothes... and a shower. Whoever stole her keys will never see it coming.