Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-26854056-20170307231834

Dove tried to squirm out of her mother's grip, pouting slightly as she rolled away on the lilen sheets.

"Moooom, i'm already a grown-up! I don't need kisses or cuddles!"

Even though she objected, Dove quickly rolled back to her mother, exitedly bundling herself in a blanket while pressing herself closer. The toddler looked at Rin, about to say something when she noticed the gashes on her arms and face. The little girl pouted again, rummaging in her back for more "special stickers".

"Mommy, why did you and Venny get hurt?"

The woman in the spanish dress certainly gathered a crowed, a cheerful banter started to rally through the cafe as she sauntered around overdramatically, trying to rise a few laughs out of the normally stiff mafia members.

The man behind her however, was far more intimidating.

He wore a green, velvet suit with a red scaf and golden brooches littered along his lapel. His fine blonde hair, strikingly similar to Duck's was groomed neatly. He would have looked like he was about to have dinner with a monarch, if it wasn't for the blood that was splashed on his cheek.

Unlike the woman who carried a cheerful, cheeky mood, his was more intimidating and imposing. Oozing of ego and confidence as he stood aside, looking at the men on the barstools as if they were inconveniences.

For some reason, the gloves that they were wearing, although stark white had a light feather trim to them. The woman's trim was a dark brown and scruffy, probably a larks feathers while the man's was a regal white, the feathers of a heron.