Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-26854056-20170312205649

Quail fell on top of the bed, trying to scramble away from the heap of sugar-fueled children as they shrieked and started to throw pillows at one another. He fell back on the ground, managing to crawl back to his wheelchair by himself, looking at the dogpile in exasperation and amusement.

"Mornin', Princess."

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Alouette smiled, looking at the people who were loitering around affectionately.

"Of course, it's just that at night they're fuelled with testosterone and alcohol. Not to mention that that's around the time where our business opens~ They can be little dearies at times, especially Swan~"

She chuckled, sipping on a cup of milky tea as her eyes drooped, yawning while a young woman played the piano in the corner of the room.

"At least we're decent. If you think that shit gets out of hand here, you should go to the Moreau house on a Wednesday."