Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-34012245-20190319212508/@comment-34147452-20190321174649

She pushed herself up from the ground, dusty herself off. "I came here to return this." She walked over to Damian's bedside where a sleek black acoustic guitar leaned on a stand. "I offered to get it fixed for him from a...friend of mine. That was before He left and...Y'know.. Kicked the bucket?" Her voice had gotten softer at the last part.

Clearing her throat, she looked up at Pollo, her face a mask. "Anyways, why do you want that to fit you?" She asked, pointing to the spare grey trenchcoat. This one seemed to have black cuffs and lapels.