Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-26854056-20170316222235

Quail gave a mock warning glare towards Duck, causing the child to skitter off as he sighed in amusement, trying to rub off one wine red spot of blood from his white gloves.

"Pretty much. The bastard wouldn't go down without a fight... I'm only here to pick up the next one, so I won't be here for long." He kissed her lightly on the cheek, running his hands through his messy white hair before continuing. "Is everything okay here, or did Dove try to start WW3 again~"