Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-26854056-20170312195624

Quail was sitting at a table, drinking a cup of coffee while Alice went all out and downed a bottle of spirit in less than thirty seconds.

The mood of the now cafe changed greatly from what it was at night, it was rustic and peaceful, with the scent of baked goods and milkshakes floating from the kitchen. Now instead of cigars and bullets, pretty little flowers decorated the tables, complementing the slightly stained pastel blue wallpaper hanging around the place.

He sighed, simply enjoying the quiet before two bundles of white and black hair tumbled down the staircase, their pink nightgowns crumpled. He groaned slightly, glaring at the two playfully as he yawned, finishing his drink before wheeling himself upstairs.

"Alright. What did you two do to your poor mother now."