Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-28412230-20170312190910

"Okay, okay," Augustus sighed, retrieving his Great Horned Owl from the older man's forearm, heading to his reserved room.

''Maxwell's gaze converted into concern toward the burnette. He rose from his position, wishing his niece a goodnight's sleep as he followed Aussie to the room.''