Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170127182024/@comment-28412230-20170206220946

"Pardon for my intrusion," Maxwell chirped, resting his head on the palm of his hand, being included in the conversation, "Anyways, I wouldn't think keeping poor Finch's passing a secret," the older man begins, pushing back his new rectangular framed glasses.

''"Max's right, Quail-bird... The kid's gonna hafta know at some point," Augustus included, a distraught tone in his voice, "But sugarcoating it won't cut it, although I hope Finchie's doin' alright up there." Maxie cleared his throat, crossing his legs.''

"Anyhow," his gaze glanced to the teal-haired minor with interest, "What could've happened that may've sent us all the way to the UK?"