Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-28412230-20170305212239

"Well damn," the burnette chuckled, his fully grown Greay Horned Owl - now properly named as Ruffles - cooing softly inside his cage that was on a wagon.

"Sounds like a good place to get tipsy over if Alice is there."

"Well she's an alcoholic, Augustus," Maxwell joined in, holding one of Adrien's suitcases, "Of course she'd be in a bar."