Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170213235458/@comment-26854056-20170215033428

As if on cue, Quail rammed his wheelchair through the door, wheeling himself near the trio. He rose an eyebrow as he saw the motel room, pink bandaids and jellybeans littered the room with discarded pizza thrown into the corner for a touch of... Class.

Quail picked up his own falconers glove and swapped it with a much more smaller one. Frowning as he saw Duck literally cry waterfalls.

He glanced at the two flustered men accusingly, slightly amused.

"So, what shitstorm happened here?"