Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170305121938/@comment-26854056-20170314164326

Even though Quail left just a few minutes ago, the cafe started to be filled with the same white-gloved people. The relaxing atmosphere created mere moments ago suddenly replaced with a pleasant, but hectic, rush hour.

A black vintage car parked at the narrow alleyway in front of the cafe.

aAAA WIP I'LL WORK ON THIS LATERT