10-15-2020, 12:45 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 45%; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;text-indent: 30px;"]Games were something Torsten wanted to learn more of, so when there was talk of a game and the gathering of various members around Franklin, the small child came running over, curiosity getting the best of him. He couldn't read, but was able to hear his mother's words, and he'd pause for a moment. One important thing. The only important thing Torsten had on him was his turtle rock, something he had found and had turned into a necklace by wrapping some twine around it to keep it safe. He would win though, he wouldn't lose it, he was sure of it, so he'd carefully lift it off of his head and carry it over to the table, waiting for a moment before cocking his head to the side slightly.
"Can I play too?" The boy would ask around the necklace, eyes watching the cups as they moved for his mother's turn. It would be a little bit harder than he had thought.
"Can I play too?" The boy would ask around the necklace, eyes watching the cups as they moved for his mother's turn. It would be a little bit harder than he had thought.