Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-26854056-20170312201349

Quail chuckled lightly, plopping the two children on his lap.

"Alright, alright. Raven, please don't hit your sister." He ruffled the child's hair in exasperation, trying to keep them both from squirming "Wren's already giving mommy some breakfast, so maybe you can just give her cuddles hm? We don't want a repeat of last time, do we."

Meanwhile, Alice put the bottle down, seemingly not affected by the strong alcohol. She flashed a cheery grin, poking her poached egg with a fork in boredom while more people started trickling into the cafe.

The pan from a violent bar to a peaceful cafe was startling, the ruthless killers from last night have now turned into giggling gossiping messes, just like the cafe was any normal place. One or two people actually waved at the quartet sitting in the booth, a few even giving polite smiles. But most importantly, the white gloves have seemingly vanished.

Alice yawned, trying to keep her crown braid neat as she straightened her suit, looking at the small child warmly as Duck managed to wander off with a few more Treolark children.

"Well, yesterday was absolutely enthralling, wasn't it." She rolled her eyes, sighing lightly. "You'll have to excuse some of them, it's been a while since new people without the gloves have been invited to Monettes~"