Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28834958-20160529031327/@comment-26998860-20160529042638

The sun's golden rays spilled into the room as Intarsia shuffled on her bed. She groaned as she limply sat on the bed. Intarsia took a bath and went into the kitchen to make herself a breakfast.

The steam of the cooking rice rose up to the ceiling, and the sound of the frying chicken made her feel ever so hungry. After a few minutes, Intarsia grabbed her tongs and put the fried chicken on a plate, and she took two large scoops of rice. She held onto a cup full of gravy and set the plate on a table.

Intarsia, being the Obsessive Compulsive being she is, rearranged the flowers on the table, and adjusted the plate. "Let's eat!" She sat down, smiling, and ate her meal, wiping her mouth after every bite.