Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170213235458/@comment-28412230-20170215035959

"Heh, still hasn't changed a bit," Augustus huffed, crossing his arms as he gathered all of the jelly beans scattered across the mattress as the older man held a reassured Duck in his arms, getting up from the chair as he glanced out the window.

"Well, it's getting pretty late," Maxwell said, taking off his trench coat and fedora, setting it on their respective hangers, as well as his winter boots, "We should get to sleep; we'll be heading out to where ever Quail wants us to go."