Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170224211505/@comment-28412230-20170227215414

"Jesus Christ," the burnette blurted out from the staircase, ruffling his wild mess of hair as his Great Horned Owl flew across the living room to the kitchen, "Maxie, she's not gonna hate you!"

Almost on cue, the older man stepped down the flight of stairs with heavy bags under his eyes, his hair completing the bed-head look.

"Augustus, you know what happened whenever your anti-depressants wore off," Maxwell spoke, his tone monotone and exhausted as he rubbed his tired eyes, wearing his glasses.